Footprints in the sand ...

I looked out the window the other day and saw footprints in the sand.

Big masculine footprints.

And I was scared.

So, I went out and looked at them. They went out to the shed and back. And around the house. They stopped at all the little termite control stations, which had been opened and closed.

It was the pest control company. Doing their job. Unseen.

Instead of footprints to be afraid of, these impressions were a reminder that at least for me, that person was doing exactly what he should. A reminder that the company was doing exactly what I paid them to do.

There are many more footprints around me. People who are taking care of me, even when I don’t see them.

Thank you.

And, sometimes, I leave my footprints around other people.