Getting My Feet Wet in Gratitude
As a very young child in Morocco, I used to love to visit the port. I would spend hours watching the boats, the captains, sailors, and all the seamen. I loved observing the fishermen draw in their daily catch. I adored all things connected with the big, wide ocean.
Each boat had its own gangplank, which linked it to the land. These bridges were not very sturdy, especially as they were constantly being splashed by the water. They were wet and slippery and had to be traversed with caution.
On one of my many visits to the docks, when I was approximately ten years old, I decided to walk on one of these gangplanks. I didn’t pay much attention to the danger involved, but let my youthful exuberance lead the way. Suddenly, I found myself under water.
Somehow, without knowing how to swim, I was miraculously saved from drowning.
At that moment, I was understandably frightened and confused. I did not sufficiently appreciate the open miracle which Hashem had performed for me. After I calmed down from this mishap, I continued in the regular routine of life. It was only years later, when I matured and gained intellect, that I recognized the miracle I had experienced. I thank Hashem, every moment, for the miracle of being delivered from drowning.
How often do we take for granted the myriad miracles which surround us each day! We are accustomed to Hashem’s constant kindnesses, and they therefore seem insignificant in our eyes. But as one matures, he gains an appreciation for all of the goodness which envelops him. Then he has the tools with which to praise the Creator, Who takes care of all his needs, every moment of his life.
