Our ship was sailing out of the Netherlands, and for an extended stretch a two-lane road ran along the waterway. A man and a passenger trailed our ship on a motorcyle for the entire stretch, matching our pace. And for that entire stretch, the passenger on the motorcycle waved at our ship. I loved whoever that man and his passenger were, for taking 10 minutes out of their day to wave to fellow human beings they will never see again. It was a touch and human moment I’ll never forget. If I were a painter, it would be a scene I’d paint, and title “Ode To the Man On a Motorcycle In the Netherlands.”
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