Rescue the Perishing

My wife, Nellie Jo, and I recently enjoyed a few relaxing days at our favorite beach. Every day we walked five or more miles on the beach, enjoying the scenery and the time with each other. On a typical walk, Nellie Jo looks down for shells. This particular beach has an abundance of unspoiled seashells. But this time, her usual plans were disrupted for a providential appointment. Seeing the Danger We passed by a little boy, probably about two years old, on the edge of the water. He was playing in the sands and yelling in delight as small waves...