Once upon a time, there was a tiny grain of sand… named Dave. Now there are many kindsof sand in the world, and Dave was not a grain of beach sand or a particle of playgroundsand. Dave came from the family of Desert sand, and because he lived in the desert, he wassurrounded by a LOT of family. So many, in fact, that he sometimes felt a little suffocated.But being a grain of desert sand meant more for Dave than just feeling crowded. It alsomeant that he was almost always warm and dry, basking in the sun. It meant that he wouldsometimes feel the slick silky body of a snake move over him. It meant that, every now andthen, he might be swept up into the air and swirled around and around in a windstorm of joy and exhilaration. Yet despite the joy of the wind and the cool smoothness of the snakes and the simplepleasures of the warm sand, Dave was discontent. He felt that he belonged somewhere else.
home, he thought, should be somewhere more glamorous and more exciting.So one day, as a party of passengers passed through, Dave the grain of desert sand caught apassing gust of wind, rode it after a woman in hiking boots, and clug tight to her back pack.He rode with the woman on a bus, in a taxi, and on a plane. He saw hotels, and cafes, andoutdoor markets, and eventually he landed with the woman on the beaches of SouthCarolina.Dave saw the beach, and he thought to himself, “now
is a place for a grain of sand tolive!”“There is a cool breeze, the fresh smell of salt, and the gentle back and forth of the sea.Maybe this is where I will feel happy and settled, and home.”But soon Dave got tired of the salty, fishy smell, and he grew
weary of being cold and wet. And he thought “No…. no, this is not my home.”So one day, as Dave watched a family sit together on the beach, he saw their little boy digging a hole in the sand. When he saw this little boy, Dave came up with a plan. He wouldleave the beach, and he would catch a ride with this boy to somewhere new and exciting. SoDave found a snug traveling place between the little boys toes, and off he went, skipping andjumping away from the beach that did not feel like home. The next day, Dave found himself in a small playground in a big and bustling city. He lookedaround and thought to himself “now
is the place for a grain of sand to feel at home.”“There are so many sounds and smells, so many things to do and see.” And with that, Dave rode with the little boy in joy and exhiliration down the slide.But soon Dave grew overwhelmed by the bustle of the city and the shouts of the playing children. “No…” he thought, “no, this is not my home either. Perhaps my home is back inthe desert, where it is quiet and warm and dry, and where my friends and family swirl joyfully in the wind.