This past weekend took me on a life changing adventure. Megan and I packed our bags early and cruised down to Virginia Beach. We drove over bridges and through underwater tunnels, sang songs from the 80s and rolled the windows down to feel the wind blow through our hair, but nothing compared to the community that we had the privilege to jump into at Grommet Beach Park.
As we walked across the boardwalk a sea of colors met our eyes, green, purple, orange, pink, blue. The colored jerseys marked the teams, communities rather, that brought dreams to reality. They were the volunteers for the adaptive surf athletes. The vibrant tints swarmed as the smiles grew upon awed faces of the participants and spectators alike. The crowd roared with encouragement and joyful tears flowed like the incoming tide. Parents, family, and friends stood at the water’s edge in utter amazement as they watched their loved ones catching waves, soaring through tunnels of their team’s color.
The energy that radiated from the water that day was unlike any I had ever experienced. Pure, unconditional love. A power that wrecks stereotypes, doubts, fears, and discrimination. A fountain that showers trust, courage, and healing. And a community, like the ocean, refuses no river.