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Trying to use precious sat phone minutes wisely, my sister Leah and I had prearranged a call. I spoke with her and my Dad and just before we said our goodbyes, she whispered that my Dad had gone to church today for the sole purpose of praying that I return home safely.

For the record, my Dad is not a regular at Sunday service. I was left speechless trying to choke back tears that welled and rolled down my cheeks. It was, I imagined and then realized, the same prayer that every parent has uttered for the safe return of a son or daughter who has gone to sea. It was the same, yet entirely different for this prayer was for me.

Unable to stay in the cabin with my emotions overflowing, this is what greeted me outside. Not only this rainbow threading its way through a troubled sky, but Seaburban had turned her head North. Towards home.

Whether it be coincidence and happenstance, or faith and belief that rules, I cannot say. But for a minute, after seeing this, my troubles evaporated and magnificence, be it coincidence or otherwise, ruled.

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1 Comment
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

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