Last week we were camping on Lake Hartwell. I love being right on the water. At one point, a group of kayakers went by in their colorful boats. (My personal boat is orange and yellow...I call it the "Frito Cheeto.") Interestingly, the group pulled an empty kayak with them (see picture.)

Of course, I wondered why they were pulling an empty kayak around the lake with them. Several scenarios could have been in place:
-they bought a kayak from someone
-one of their friends could only kayak on part of the trip
-someone got sick or tired and they dropped them off on shore
-they brought an extra kayak for someone who didn't show up and didn't have a way to lock it up
-they would have welcomed someone new to join them
-any other ideas? (one suggestion I received was that they were pulling the kayak as a tribute to a fellow kayaker who recently passed away -- that one touched my heart.)

I never will find out why they bothered pulling along an extra boat. But it could make for a good story someday. And it made me think of this question...how do I live life daily? Is there enough open, empty space for me to accommodate a possible new relationship? Am I equipped to share my resources with someone else? Am I willing to help pull someone else's load?

Whatever the reason, that gruop didn't seem any worse for wear for tugging an extra boat around. They still made progress and seemed to enjoy themselves despit the potential inconvenience. They stuck together, and they inspired a writer who will never know the real reason for the empty kayak. Print This