Out of the Water

I spoke to a 21-year old surfer today.

No, I don't surf. No, we weren't at the beach.

It came up in a conversation in my office whose primary topic was something other than surfing.

We exchanged expertise at that moment; mine with my own and his with his surfing activity and its business side.

I gave guidance and options about his academic and self-development pursuits. He satisfied a curiosity of mine about a surfer's compulsion to wait for, embrace and ride the waves in the mercy of nature and reliance on skills and human instincts.

Besides, it was interesting to meet a surfer out of the water with the smarts, smile, looks and youthful promise of determination and success.