[t4li3sin]

How foolish I was! Is there such a thing as a thousandth chance ? Here I am now, without a boat and without money. And I project those mental images of myself aboard a backyard-found wreck of the tiniest kind of boat, shredded sails and loose rig, sailing the vast and open ocean in a quest for salvation. Are the times of Joshua gone altogether, when a man would feel at home in every port of the way, receiving all the help he needs to refit and sail on ?

If freedom was a matter of course, one could not appreciate it. But if there is no more hope then all is lost altogether!

Is a sailor who gives to the sea worthy of that name. There shall be hope, and there shall also be salvation, for him who clings on 'till the end, 'til the storm has passed and the skies come clear.

I am a Man. I live truthfully. I hold on to the hopes of a better time. And today I declare loud and clear that I will live on.

And, I, will have my boat.