I met a woman who had lived close to the sea most of her life – but had never been to the beach. Never ever had she visited the sea.
It was incredible to see her revel in the beauty of the sea when she experienced it for the first time.
She’d never seen a ship – nor knew such a thing existed.
I sat next to her on the plane that carried us both home – I watched her marvel at the majestic clouds – and she asked me: “Is it possible to go to the sun?”
Later she asked me if there was anything beyond the skies – and I told her of spaceships and the marvelous universe outside our own world.
I told her of the vastness of our sea – and how much of it was still undiscovered.
I told her of people who made their homes of ice. And planets with as many as twelve moons.
“We are so small” I said. “There is much we don’t know. Much we are yet to discover.”
She was forty-four. Most of her life she lived near the sea but had never been to the beach. Never ever had she visited the sea.
How much we take for granted. How little we appreciate how priveledged we are to have the means to know.