Nine kids, thirteen towels, four lunch trays, nine trick-or-treat bags and eighteen shoes make one colossal mess.
By the end of the day, we’d successfully put our stamp on our corner at Co Co Key. We’d pushed several tables and chairs together to make our own little island. Spilled drinks left sticky, brown snakes. Stray French fries and candy wrappers littered the floor.
“What a mess! Can you imagine the poor lifeguards who have to clean this up?”
Or do they?
Sometimes random kindness is simply personal responsibility. You make a mess. You clean it up.