An Untossable Faith
I hadn’t been to the beach in years. Until, at long last, we took our first college tour. We were so close—we just had to make the detour . . . to bury our toes in the sand. The sight . . . the sound . . . the smell . . . the first sensations brought back memories like a flood as we drew near. One look at the churning sea and I quickly recalled a scary lesson learned . . . For almost a dozen years I had lived but a few miles from the ocean. In those early days of beach life I