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Carol Perkins: Ready to go home

Previous Column: I'm Falling and I Can't Get Up

By Carol Perkins

The only full day with no rain brought us to the beach early. The guy from whom we rented the chairs the day before set them up again. The ocean breeze sang a lullaby, and we were the happiest we could be.

As I drifted off, Connie walked to the ocean, and the cold water rushed between her toes. With one more step, she leaned over the salty water, hoping the sting of the ocean would mend her injured hand.

That was when she lost her balance and down she went with the waves rushing over her head. I heard her yell and panicked, knowing I couldn't lift her, and the only person nearby was a thin man who appeared to be suffering from an ailment.

I ran toward her, but Connie yelled, "Get back!"


Another wave crashed over her and pulled her further out. Drowning came to mind.

Guy had gone for a walk, and when I saw him in the distance, I waved furiously. He took his time. Later, he said he wondered why Connie was sitting in the water.

In the meantime, the thin man tried to lift her to her feet, but the waves swished him back and forth like a washing machine.

Suddenly, a surfer's wave lifted her, and the churning water pulled her out as her feet flew over her head. She emerged, spitting out salt water and rubbing her face, laughing like a madwoman.

At last, Guy arrived, and the two men hoisted her to her feet and guided her toward the shore. Just then, the rescue truck drove by, and the men smiled and waved.

When Connie reached her chair, I said, "Don't you move. Don't get up. Don't do anything until we're ready to leave." She obeyed.

The next day, we took a trolley tour of St. Augustine, hopping on and off. As the rain blew in from both sides of the trolley, the guide passed out ponchos.

Connie, struggling to get hers on, put her head through an armhole. "Why can't I get this thing on like the rest of you did?" she said.

I replied, "Well, if you had, then we wouldn't have had our laugh for the day."

Finally, we finished hopping on and off and met my niece and her family for dinner at Harry's, which was the highlight of the day.

Connie said, "It's time for me to go home."


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