As I was just finishing my regular swim at our community pool, in came a family: mother, father, teenage daughter, surrounding and guiding a wheelchair containing a second, seemingly older daughter. All were laughing, smiling, chattering. They cruised around to the edge of the “river lanes,” a circuitous stream with a continuously flowing current. They eased their delighted daughter from her chair, placed an inner tube to support her her; then, one-at-a-time, they surrounded her and swam. All smiling, they smiled and swam, smiled and swam, and smiled and smiled.
That’s the thing about community pools. You run into a lot of wonderful, happy people.