Had an interesting experience yesterday that drove home to me a lesson that I think we need to keep in mind.
Stopped for lunch at the Pot Hole in Iroquois Bay, where I met a gang of kids squealing and shrieking, taking advantage of the sun, the rocks and water and generally having a grand time, supervised by a fellow in a motor boat who explained they were youth from the Whitefish River First Nation.
Later in the afternoon at my favourite anchorage in Iroquois Bay, another supervised group of kids in several trekking canoes and kayaks came in to frolic on the rocky shore. It was almost the same scenario, kids, rocks, sun and water accompanied by the same squeals and shrieks, but I didn't recognize the language they spoke. I learned it was Russian, something I did not expect to hear in the North Channel.
I was struck by the similarity of the happy sounds of the kids from very different cultures. I bet you could put the two groups of kids I met today in the same watering hole and they would get along just fine.
Wouldn't it be a happier world if we could remember that we are all fundamentally the same regardless of language and culture, and we are all in the same watering hole?
Anyway, that was my lesson for yesterday.
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