Just Another Day at the Beach. Literally...

Trip Start Aug 07, 2009
Trip End Dec 31, 2009

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"Tropicana Inn"

Flag of United States  , New Jersey
Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Hello, Travelpod.  Kelsey here  :)

On this lucky Wednesday, we only had one show in the afternoon - yay a late day!  So, we got a motel on the beach with plans to enjoy a peachy beachy morning together. 

Note about the motel on the beach:  We are experiencing the life of out-of-season tourists.  We pulled into the parking lot of the Tropicana Motel, where we had a reservation.  We were met at the car by the owner, "Hey!  Michael?  I know who you are becaue you're my only check-in today.  So, I'm going to put you on another one of my properties, follow me!"  So across the street we drove to another motel with more guests (I think I counted four other cars) and stayed there.  OK... September is slow for beach motels.

Back to our morning:  With our late scheduled start we could have slept till 10!  However, I believe my exact words were "Memories are more important than sleep."  That was the evening before we woke up at 6am - ON OUR LATE DAY - to see the sunrise over the Atlantic.  Sounds romantic, like a memory worth making... but it was 6am - ON OUR LATE DAY!

We woke up and were ready for a sunrise and to collect what the ocean may have washed up overnight before people got to it.  We opened the door of the motel room to greet the ocean morning.  The Ocean responded the greeting with puddles, rain and dark clouds.  Did this stop us and send us back to a warm, dry bed?  Oh no it did not.  We (ON OUR LATE DAY) got our umbrella and walked to the beach/wet dirt. 

Then we learned the lesson of scouting.  Had we scouted our journey the day before, we'd have seen that the ocean shore was a good 1/4 mile away from the boardwalk.  We also would have seen that this is not a shelling beach, a toothing beach, a starfish beach, or anything but sand beach.  After trudging through the wet dirt down to the seaside, we discovered that overnight the ocean only left stones and seaweed on its sandy shores.  The Atlantic is an unwilling temptress - full of mystical creations but miserly in her selfish hoarding, keeping all her beauty for herself.

And we - we were the weirdos in the rain on the beach at 6am instead of sleeping in - -ON OUR LATE DAY.

All was not lost.  We went back and slept for another couple hours.  Then, while making lunch, the phone rang to announce a leak in the auditorium of our school, so we got the day off.  With that we started on our way to our next town pulling off route to see Ocean City, NJ "America's Greatest Family Resort."  We add "In Summer"  Seriously, these beach towns after Labor Day are like ghost towns.  Creepy.

Anyway, in Ocean City, the storm clouds had cleared and the sun, sand and waves couldn't have made for a better afternoon.  We layed on the rocks of a jetty, being sure not to cross the sign which read, "DANGER. KEEP OFF JETTY"

Not so careful to read the sign was an older couple who "just wanted to get a close picture of the rocks and water."  We watched this man and woman climb on the rocks and beyond the sign.  Scoffing them as they went.  "This is how God poned Sodom and Gomorrah.  People like this," said Michael jealous of their rocky adventure that he only daydreamed about.  Then she was down, too quickly to have been intentional.  And after watching her husband bend over her and her struggle to her feet and limp back toward the sand, we concluded she had fallen on the dangerous rocks.

We went to the Frozen Custard Shop and got a bag of ice and met them at the end of the jetty offering our help.  They got directions to the hospital from a local woman.  We helped Elaine up to the boardwalk to sit while her husband went to get the car.  It was on the boardwalk when I saw her leg.  A 3 or 4 inch cut was forming a ridge on her swelling shin, growing bigger every second.  We talked to keep her calm, I made her ice her leg.  Michael ran to our van to get disinfectant.  When her husband came back, we got her to the car, prayed with her and they were gone.

Something she said really effected us. While thanking us for our help she commented on how as she was obviously limping and crying her way along the beach, no one even moved with intention to help.  Have we become that disconnected as a society?  Have we become so selfish, desensitized and uninvolved that a bleeding, crying woman cannot catch our attention? 

We are thankful for the Lord's wisdom in having us help meet her need.  I pray that he was glorified, as His people reached out to help, and that she would know who sent us through my prayers with her.  Upon relfection, Michael pointed out that God always has his people where He wants us.  Like Andrew puts us where we need to be to do our job for Camfel, God puts us in the right place to carry out His work.  When we fail to complete that job, we fail - as if we were to show up in the right town, but skip the show for Camfel.  Furthermore, we came to Elaine prepared to help.  We saw her need, got ice and went to her communicating that we cared and were prepared to help.  How often as Christians do we appear in someone's life, not taking into consideration their circumkstance, and offer a solution that may not relate to their need?  They need Christ, we know that, but I also think we can come with help for their circumstance, ultimately offering Christ, but after meeting them where they are.  

The day concluded less dramatically.  We drove to see "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 3D" (great movie with developed characters and clear moral lessons while remaining lighthearted and funny) and then onto our Red Carpet Inn where I sit now writing this blog.  We are one of two guests at the motel this night.  Awkward.
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