The most unbelievable thing happened on our last day in the Outer Banks that I just have to share.
I mean UNBELIEVABLE!!
(Now, you need to first know the story of my pink ball. You can read about it here.)
We were just coming out of the ocean for the last time, on our last day, after jumping waves for a few hours.
We were talking about how long it would be before we’d be at the ocean again (sadly, a long time).
All of a sudden, Zach yelled, “The pink ball!”
There, being pushed in from the tide, was a pink ball.
A giant pink ball with white swirls.
Just like pink ball I had lost as child in Maine, and Zach had tried to replace for me (first by making one many years ago, and then by getting me one from Maine when he was on vacation with his Dad. You really do need to read the history of this pink ball, here
, if you haven’t already).
Josh ran over to get it.
We oohed and ahhed, and laughed and were just amazed! Where did this ball come from? Completely out of the blue, out of the ocean! (We were all so amazed, we didn’t get too many pics).
Of course, we asked the people around us if it was their ball.
It did not seem to belong to anyone! Can you believe it? What are the chances?
The kids begged us to take it home (even though we really had no room), but we had to say yes! I mean, c’mon, what are the chances for a pink ball to come floating in right in front of us? A pink ball with such a history!?
It’s a sign. A sign for sure. But of what? A sign that everything comes full circle?
I just hope that little child who has now lost his/her pink ball will get the pay back like I have many times over in the future.
I think I’m going to hang it on my Christmas tree.
Any ideas of what kind of sign it could be?