For most of my life I have lived somewhere close to nature. Even when I was stationed in downtown Washington D.C. as a 18 year old Marine. It was running that took me to the Mall and down the banks of the Anacostia river.
On days when I did not quite know how I was going to fit into this world, I could set out on a personal adventure and often find clarity of thought.
On the first of February I was reflecting upon my run that day. It was on the old Temple Quarry Trail right next to the St George Airport that closed down two weeks ago. It was a ghost town. No aircraft landing or taking off and almost empty tarmac. It was quiet — all one could hear was the sound of my breath, the wind, and my feet landing on the sand and gravel of the trail. The air was crisp, clear and clean.
This post is actually part of a letter that I sent to Sara Wilson of the Fresh Air Fund. I like what they are doing a lot and wanted to get the word out about what they are doing.
They help young kids living in New York City to experience what I get everyday.
Check out their site and see if they match up with your philanthropic efforts.
See you on the trail….
Michael Carroll
