One of my favorite quotes from The Office was said by Pam in the finale. When reflecting on her years working at the paper company, she sums it up by saying “There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”. I think about this quote a lot in my daily life. I’ve learned that when you take a moment out of your day to just find something good, and hold onto it, then you can never truly have a bad day.
This week has been a heat wave and my family has been at camp all week. We’ve been spending the days at the lake, exhausted by the sun, but soaking up the most of our vacation. Fourth of July has always been a very special day in my family. We traditionally spent the day at our camp, and have been doing so since my mom was growing up and camping with my grandparents. So it’s no surprise that we tried our best to ignore the excruciating heat and just focused on spending the holiday surrounded by the people we love.
And then the day after the Fourth happens and everyone is tired from the heat and the late nights. The excitement of the previous day has died down and the lake day seems quiet. I look out into the water and see an autistic boy, who was playing ball with his sister, has thrown the ball over the line separating the swimming area from the boating area. I see his sister try to swim over to it, but the wind keeps carrying the ball further and further away. Two other members of his party dive in and start to swim out towards the ball- a very dangerous mission since many boats were out. I look around, the entire beach is watching. They need to swim back in. They’re going to get hurt. Just let the ball go and get him a new one.
My heart warmed as I saw an older gentleman grab one of his own beach balls and bring it over to the boy. As we watched the scene unfold, my aunt and I somehow knew that, as kind as that offer was, the boy wanted his ball back. At this time, the two members of his family started to swim back in. The ball was too far out for them to retrieve it. They all sat on the dock disappointed.
Time passed when a couple on a jet ski drove by our camp, carrying a large beach ball in their arms. They threw it out to the dock. Is this anyone’s? We found it out there. The entire camp beach cheered as we watched the boy tread through the water towards the ball, smile illuminating his face. “My BALL! Did you see??? They found my BALL!!”
Maybe it was the exhaustion of the day, but my eyes began to tear up. But I don’t think it was exhaustion. There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?