"I say it is a wonderful idea," said Plato smiling.
Nikolas, Anna, and Alexander walked outside and waited for the helicopter's arrival. It was an amazing sight as it approached closer.
Nikolas gazed at the sea below, calm now. He plucked a red poppy and threw it to the sea. "God of the sea Poseidon, I thank you for teaching me some hard lessons in my life.
Forgive me if I ever offended you. Truly I am very sorry. Now you and I will be friends, as you know very well how much I love the sea after the love for my Anna and son Alexander."
The helicopter landed at the monastery's east side.
"Let's walk and meet them halfway," said Nikolas.
Beyond excited, Stavros leaped out with bouquets of flowers. He let go of them, and the wind blew them toward Nikolas, Anna, and Alexander. With tears in their eyes, they all tightly embraced under the powerful arms of Stavros. Plato and Father Gregorios also finally felt a sense of completeness―as they embraced each other upon witnessing God's grace fully develop right beneath their eyes.