The bright sun blared overhead, lifting our moods like any average day in August. Constant gushes of warm wind formed rolling waves across the lake, tipped canoes, and made hats fly; the perfect wind for sailing. I was standing on the beach, envying the scouts I had just helped set sail. Their boats dashed from side to side on the lake, but their smiles and laughter only brought jealousy. I was working so I couldn’t go with them. It was my fourth week as a counselor in training at Many Point Scout Camp. I hadn’t yet opened up to the actual staff, so I was dreading working on the beach for the next couple of hours with just Logan, the staff in charge of sailing. One scout, whose name I later learned was Andrew, was sitting alone on the warm sand, gazing admirably…show more content… “I didn’t pass my swim test,” he said mournfully. “It just sucks because I’ve always wanted to go sailing. I was the one who convinced my troop to sign up for this, no one else really wanted to go, just me.” My heart sank in my chest. The previous summer I went sailing with my troop and loved every second. We sang cheesy camp songs while making turns through the rushing wind, so sharp that our boat nearly flipped over. The couple of times it did, we all laughed even more after being thrown into the cold lake. That ninety-minute sail was the highlight of my summer. “Well, if you want to try to retake your swim test, I would be more than happy to help you,” I said, dryly. I did mean it, I would be happy for him to pass his swim test, but a part of me did not want to be left on the beach awkwardly for the next two hours. “No, it’s okay, I don’t think I’ll pass,” he replied, staring at the lake. “I’m sure you could if you just try again,” I said, this time more sincere. I could tell he really wanted to go and just needed more confidence. He looked up at me, searching for affirmation, “You really think so?” “I know you
