The leak

Let’s say you are 60 miles off shore in a 30 foot boat containing five people….The boat’s electronic systems have failed and the boat has sprung a leak. Unfortunately, the hole is large enough to gradually sink the boat.  The only viable option is a hand pump, which will eventually wear down the five occupants on the boat.  The life jackets and inflatable rescue boat were lost in the storm, and the only remaining items were some food and beverages; the emergency beacon, too, was inoperable.

One day turns into three, and the five occupants are becoming weary of the task of pumping water from the boat; they know the goal is to avoid sinking.  By day six, two of the five occupants have started to waiver, and, as such, little by little, the boat starts to fill.

The remaining three are forced to double their efforts. Feeling the pressure, a third occupant decides to forego pumping water.  Now three are waiting for the boat to sink….By day ten, only one occupant remains at the task of pumping water from the boat; this individual is the sole reason these other four are not drowning.  He refuses to give up and let the water sink the boat regardless of the pressure and near exhaustion. What does the last person do?

The days continue to pass with one individual persevering in his single task – pumping water from the boat.  He is nearly overcome with pain and exhaustion, crying, yelling, screaming, cursing the gods and yet, still will not waiver. Why?  The four occupants who refused to assist abandon all hope and jump ship.  Day 14 arrives, and the remaining occupant is barely holding on.  Why? Why does this one person refuse to allow the water fill the boat, causing it to sink?  Why does he not simply follow the other four and jump ship?

Something keeps this last person pushing forward, not allowing the boat to sink. Why? As the last person is asking himself this question he hears a bell chime again and again; this is followed by the sound of someone yelling.  Before he could lift his weary head, a set of boots appears, then another, and another. Can you hear us? Can you hear us? We have you now! You’re going to be ok. So, tired is the last person that nothing but tears escape, as well as two whispered words.  Thank you….

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Author: The Ordinary Compass

Hello and welcome to this collection of anecdotes from my years of ordinary moments and timeless memories. I try to share a positive message, as well as lessons learned which have helped me appreciate life. Sometimes, all it takes is a simple (positive) gesture. I write in the hope that I can make a difference and you as the reader will also see the possibilities that surround you, and as well that the little things do make a big difference. I’m originally from New Jersey, have traveled and lived on both the east and west coasts, and have happily been a Virginia resident for more than ten years. I have been married for over ten years; my wife is my anchor and has kept my compass correct. I have always been an individual who likes the outdoors. I like taking my time to think about the outcomes of situations. I enjoy philosophy and love science. I am no stranger to high adrenaline activities and love everything that revolves around water. Thank you for stopping by and feel free to comment, re-blog (with credit), or just read along! –Robert Konz. The Ordinary Compass: Original photographs and writings are the copyright and property of Robert Konz, and may not be used without permission.

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