A little boy vacationing with his family was making a man out of sand on the beach. Through valiant effort he piled sand for the torso and each of the arms and legs. He constructed the head and put seashells in for the eyes, nose and mouth, and attempted with to make small fingers on one hand and a baseball glove on the other. Although he was deep into his artistry, the little boy's mother called him in for dinner. He would have to finish the artwork the next day.
Morning couldn't arrive fast enough, and after gaining permission from his mother, he raced down to his sandman project. However, the man was not completely there. The tide washed the sandman's leg away during the nighttime, and now water was covering the man's leg. The boy was saddened by what he saw, and only left it when his mother called him in for breakfast.
Later that morning the little boy and his mother were walking down the busy beach-side strip when the boy noticed a man walking with a crutch who only had one leg. Excitedly the little boy pulled away from the mother, ran up to the man, took him by the hand, and said, “Little man, why didn't you wait until I finished you?” “Huh?” the man questioned as the mother apologized and pulled her son away. As his mother pulled him away, the little boy yelled back, “I knew I'd find you if I kept looking. You were lost, but now you're found.”
Sometimes the tide will wash away different things in people's lives. They seem incomplete or maybe it appears that something is missing. Perhaps what is necessary is for someone to look for them like the little boy did for his sandman. Maybe some of them just need a little more finishing. Perhaps some of them are so lost that they need to be found.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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