A few years back I walked down the steps to the Beach in south Bandon. Stormy winter day, the surf was coming up and covering the steep sand. I stepped onto the large log pile, on drier sand, and watched the heavy surf. In a moment three or four large waves piled up and I was on a floating 2-3 foot diameter by twenty foot long log amongst a pile of large floating logs. As they heavily shifted I tried to keep my balance and watched the 2 foot gap open and close before me...seconds later the water moved out, the logs, many tons each, dropped back to the sand. In those fleeting moments I knew that if my foot slipped or I lost my balance I would likely die. In a moment I didn't...through no choice of my own, pure luck. I know better, I know about sneaker waves, never turning your back...I was looking at the surf. I felt safe. I wasn't. You never can tell where you learn those life affirming lessons. I walked back up the stairs glad to still be alive and aware that little moments matter.