After her husband died, Margaret moved to a retirement community where she decided, out of the blue, to join the swim team. She had competed in the backstroke and butterfly in high school and now here she was again, training each morning with a coach and others in their 70s and 80s.
Soon Margaret was traveling to nearby swim-meets. After she placed second in the butterfly at a regional competition, her daughter Cindy, happy to see her mother back in the swim of things, asked, “How did you do it, Mom?”
“I floated like a butterfly, stung like a bee.”
Soon Margaret was traveling to nearby swim-meets. After she placed second in the butterfly at a regional competition, her daughter Cindy, happy to see her mother back in the swim of things, asked, “How did you do it, Mom?”
“I floated like a butterfly, stung like a bee.”
