While watching the few bold adult souls decide to race the other day, I recognized that we are in a different race as adults. We are constantly running around life and rarely getting rest. We are competing with others to get ahead and the means of doing that just sucks at times. A lot of us sometimes do not even get a good start due to the real inequities that exist. And the majority of us fail than succeed.

But while in that park, we all forgot about the real relay race that we are in. Instead we returned back to a time in life, where running was actually fun, where falling was Ok and even funny, where victory regardless of who won was still awesome, and where standing on the sidelines cheering, was just as sweet than participating.

Yes, she fell

Victory Celebration

The spectators

I had a great travel partner too. We simply rested. We went to the beach, explored the local scenery, and did I mention rest. On our first day, I decided to count black people. But then I realized that there were too many, so I stopped. (Note: It feels to good to not be the only black people in a unfamiliar place.)I also saw some familiar faces as well. I bumped into my my good fellow AME preacher, Tony Lee, at Lola’s. He has an awesome ministry in Maryland. And while chilling by the water, I saw D-NICE taking pictures. I was hoping we would bump into the Obama’s because they were vacationing there at the same time but that didnt happen. But we did dine at the restaurant that we was barred from the night before because the Obamas were there and I must say it was sooo awesome. Its name is Ocean Club. Simply perfect!

Sad thing is the day we were to leave, it rained like crazy so the ferries stop working. As a result, we had to wait 24 hours to leave. But everything worked out for the good. Now I’m back in NYC, back to the tall buildings, massive people, smelly streets, and doing what I love. And if I ever need to retreat again, Im heading back to the vineyard, minus the rain.

Below are just a few pics…