For some reason I've yet to figure out, I took a walk down
To the beach that calm, windless afternoon

The water was as still as a small child playing hide-and-seek,
Determined not to let his big brother find him first.

I feel almost guilty as I searched for the perfect stone, because I knew when I
Would throw it into the water, the pure, glassy water would be disturbed.

I finally found the perfect stone which fit into my hand like an old,
Worn baseball glove fits faithfully on its player's hand.

I took a last look at the peaceful waters. I could hear
Nothing but the sound of my gentle breathing.

I felt like a powerful ruler. At any time I could change my
Fragile kingdom to something it wasn't meant to be.

As I slowly brought my arm back to the position perfect for flinging my skipping
Stone, I felt as I was pulling back a slingshot, ready to be released.

I held my hand there so long that it quivered.

At long last, I slipped it into my pocket and walked quietly home;
Leaving the beautiful, untouched waters behind me.

It is now two years later and I'm staring at that same rock
And realizing that power isn't everything.

Sometimes I wish that I could be the most powerful kid on earth,
And everyone would stop what they were doing to listen to me when I speak.

But that wouldn't be right, and it wouldn't be me.

My skipping stone reminds me that being true to who you are is more important.

Thank you skipping stone.