The old man knew that the ocean had heard him because the wave suddenly returned. The old man would not let it get away this time, and he would not let it take him. He turned, waiting for it to roll as it made its way to shore, and that’s when he jumped on it. He felt himself move into the giant wave, riding it to shore, and as he rode it, for just a moment, they were one.
The old man found himself back in the shallow water, just where he had been left that day, but today, the ocean had not slammed him on its sandy floor. He had held his ground, and he had won. He allowed himself a few minutes to enjoy the shallow water as it splashed on him while he sat there, and then he walked back to the dry sand, and in his walk, a sparkle caught his eye.