Beach Balls

So, I just got back from a week long trip to Las Vegas. I have been there several times. My wife and I try to do new and mysterious things every time we go. It certainly is not the same city it was 20 years ago, but what city is?

One of our favorite activities is simple. People watching. You never know what you are going to see or get. After two hours of sitting on the corner of Las Vegas Boulevard by the Flamingo, I was approached 7 times to buy weed, cocaine, heroin, and crack, which I politely declined. What I couldn’t believe were all of the small children, pushed in strollers, and pulled in wagons at 12:30 a.m.

I remember a time in Las Vegas where anything after 6:00 p.m. was pretty much a black tie and dress event. Now, young men and women are walking barefoot, dodging broken glass and used needles. Unfortunate for the strip really, but this is our reality.

I learn something new every time I visit Las Vegas. The philosopher in me tends to come out. As we were floating in the pool at the Flamingo, considering refinancing the house to pay for the $18.00 drinks, I not only noticed, but participated in something absolutely amazing. Get your minds out of the gutter.

The pool had people of all genders, ethnicities, and colors getting along, chatting, hugging, and I am sure using their favorite app for dating. That’s not the point. The point is this. There were two beach balls floating around. I picked one up and hit it in the air. It wasn’t long before someone I had never met hit it back to me. One by one, we amassed about 100 people of this same diverse group described earlier. No one cared about what color anyone was, where they were born, what their political ideology may be. We had a common goal of simply to work together to keep beach ball in the air as long as possible and not let it the water.

Such a simple game revealed the epitome of sportsmanship, equality, teamwork, and respect. After the pool, we ran into several people that we had been participating this simple game. There were hugs, high fives, and great conversation.

I had a moment between the vodka and tequila to think. Could all of this turmoil in the world be solved by not thinking so much? Is this more simple than we all think? Maybe, if some of the external influences like the media and other platforms reported facts instead of opinions we wouldn’t be so divided?

My conclusion is simply this: We are all humans. Respect, laughter, music, and teamwork go a long way. Maybe this world simply needs a beach ball and a common goal. By the way, 58 hits on a beach ball is the current record, I hope you all have the same opportunity some time to beat that record. I also hope you experience what I did.

Thanks for taking a read.

DTH

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