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TriNews
amie couldn’t imagine ever having a more
perfect swim at a California beach. It was
early September, and the ocean was warm,
calm, and clear. Swimming out beyond the surf,
she had continued parallel to shore for a quarter-mile before rounding a rocky point that was
the gateway to a protected cove and a mile of
kelp beds along a rocky stretch of shoreline. The
seaweed forest
was home to
scores
of
species of creatures including
flittering
schools
of
smelt, roiling
bait balls of
sardine, bright
orange garibaldi,
patrolling
perch, and crabs
and halibut camouflaged on the bottom. She called it her Tour de
Fronds.
Jamie had parked her sports bag with a towel
and sandals on the sand by a lifeguard tower. As
she approached it after her swim she noticed a
young man sitting on the sand nearby, struggling to stand while he used a cane for support.
He couldn’t have been more than twenty years
old. His arm bore the tattoo of an eagle with
‘Semper Fi’ written below it.
“Can I help you?” she asked, still dripping wet.
She extended her
hand.
“I’m okay,” he said as he continued
to struggle.
A blond man with a boogie board was a few
steps behind Jamie emerging from the water.
“Let me give you a hand, soldier.” The surfer
grabbed his hand and pulled him to a standing
position where
he balanced on
one foot.
A
second
boogie boarder
with dark hair
emerged from
the surf and
stopped to pick
up his towel a
few feet away.
“Do you need
my help?” he
asked.
“I was going to hop into the water,” the soldier said.
Without another word, the two boogie boarders each grabbed an arm and helped the young
man hop towards the water. Jamie tagged along,
curious about how he would fare in the waves
with a bum leg. She was ready to pull him out if
the surf dragged him under.
Once they were in waist-deep water, the two
boogie boarders let go of the soldier. Jamie
detected a frown of apprehension on his face.
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