Can you imagine the relief and thankfulness sailors must have felt when their journey through a stormy sea had a safe ending punctuated by the welcome beacon of a lighthouse? And what of the keepers of those lighthouses? Sacrificing to live in remote and harsh conditions, willing to take on awesome responibilities for the good of others. Lighthouses harken back to a time when men and women seemed unaffected by the scourge of "entitlement". They were not only willing to risk their lives for others, they did so without demanding reward and praise, without thumping their chests and cheering themselves on. I live near the St Joseph lighthouse. I've recently visited South Haven, Manistee, and Paradise, all of which have beautiful and historic lighthouses on Lake Michigan and Lake Superior. I have a cousin who REALLY likes lighthouses. Hope you like this one, G.
