In my early years of social work, I had the privilege of transporting foster children to their medical appointments and family visits. One of my favorite children was Arthur.
Arthur is now an adult. But, when I entered into foster care, he was about eight years old.
Arthur stole my heart.
And even though I no longer have contact with him, Arthur still reminds me to look for the rainbow in a downpour.
Riding in the passenger seat, this little guy would grab my attention with a sheepish grin and ask the same question each time we traveled the city together. We could be on our way to his counseling appointment. Or en route to visit his mother who’d be strung out on drugs upon our arrival.
Regardless, Arthur would giggle, squirm in his seat and inquire.
Can you guess what I got on, Mrs. Cristal?
As if I’d never entertained this exact thought in my life with Arthur, I’d take the bait.
Well, Arthur, I can see what you’re wearing. I don’t have to guess!
Small giggles exploded into a belly full of laughter.
No, Mrs. Cristal! You’re wrong!
I got on my swimming trunks!!
Again, feigning surprise, I‘d accept his playful invitation.
Arthur Ray! What in the world are you doing with swimming trunks on under your pants, boy?
Stifling giggles, he’d look my direction with a hopeful sparkle in his eyes.
I want to be ready.
In case we find a swimming hole.
Year after year, we’d travel the highways and city streets.
Never finding a place to take a refreshing dip.
But always ready with swim trunks.
Hope never dying.
Just in case.
Because you never know when you might happen upon a swimming hole!