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want to scare him, or myself, but I wanted to check him out and see if he was healthy.
    His skin looked smooth and clear and a lot like a gray wet suit, but it glistened in the sunlight. There weren’t any fishing lines wrapped around his body; no debris was attached to him. He seemed to be physically all right.
    I wondered if he was afraid. How scary it must be for him to be alone in the ocean, to be alone in such an enormous place. There were other fish and whales out there, but there was only one whale that was important to him. The one he depended on. The one he loved.
    I wanted to reassure him so I swam closer.
    The baby whale rolled over onto his stomach and the wave from his movement pushed me backward. He looked into my eyes as if he was trying to understand who I was and what I was doing there.
    I was wondering the same thing about him and I had to ask in a soft voice so I wouldn’t scare him, “What happened to you, little whale? Where is your mother? How did you get lost?”
    If only I could speak his language. If only I couldfind out what had happened. Most of all, I wanted to be able to tell him not to worry, that I would try to help. Two hearts in pursuit of the same thing were far stronger than one alone.
    The baby whale knew this even though we couldn’t speak. Something had brought us together; something much bigger than the two of us.
    The whale dove and I pressed my face deep into the water so I could watch him. He was close, five feet from me. Holding as still as I could, I floated on my stomach. He didn’t come any closer. He was so big. He seemed to sense that I was a little unsure of him. It surprised me that he didn’t seem the least afraid of me.
    He floated below the surface.
    How do you do that? I wondered. I tried, but couldn’t stay at his level. I popped back to the surface like a rubber duck.
    He seemed to be listening to something, perhaps to some other whales somewhere nearby. Whales communicate at some frequencies that are too low for human beings to hear.
    The baby whale inched closer.
    “Don’t worry, little one, we’ll help you,” I said underwater in a weird watery and garbled voice.
    Lifting my head, I took a breath and looked up for Steve on the pier. He was leaning against the railing, shielding his light blue eyes with his hand, protecting them from the searing white sunlight.
    He dropped his hand and said, “I don’t see any sign of her.”
    “How do you think he got lost?”
    “He is pretty young. He’s between three and four months old. He may not have been listening to his mother. He’d still be learning how to use his sonar.”
    Steve scanned the water again, swiveling his head from one side to the other.
    At that moment, I realized how difficult it would be to find a whale in the ocean. Even something so big was actually so little in the vast sea.
    The baby whale looked up at me through the water with his big brown doelike eyes. I felt something like a tingle, like the sound waves emitted by a wind instrument but without any music. I wondered if he was using his sonar on me. Could he use his sonar forsomething more than figuring out where he was? Could he use it to read what was in someone’s heart?
    “Do you think his mother’s somewhere nearby?” I asked Steve.
    “I do. I don’t think she abandoned him. He looks healthy and seems to be swimming well. He’s breathing without any difficulty. Something may have happened to his mother. She may have been injured.”
    I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to imagine that. I wanted to believe that she was okay and we would be able to find her.
    A thought is energy, and as it is transmitted, it is multiplied. Thoughts can either be positive, negative, or neutral, and they may travel all the way around the world as energy, affecting the way other people, and perhaps other beings, think. If I thought negatively, then I would put out negative energy, but if I thought positively, I would put out positive energy,