The New M.E. Generation











Yep, it was a storm all right and it was headed our way at a lightning speed.

“OMG!” I said to Christian, “do you see that?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t look good.”

He got that right. The clouds were big and full of rain as if they were about to burst. Even more, they were bringing thunder which, when you are on the water, means only one thing: run!

When everyone (meaning all the people at the beach) heard the thunder, they literally jumped out of the water, picked up their belongings, and cruised out of there to a safer area.

I was lucky that I have boating experience. I helped the guys get out of there very ‘pronto.’ Christian’s buddy really ‘stepped on the gas’ and so every other boater.

I looked around and it felt like a race to the finish line to the nearest marina to anchor the boat and wait for the storm to go away.

We headed back to the one that I was picked up at and got there just on time to find a spot to hold the boat. I helped with the ropes, etc. The boat was moving up and down, wind blowing super hard, and the rain was about to hit hard any minute now.

When the boat was safely secured, we all ran for cover while still watching the boat. Many other boaters followed in getting into the area.

The three of us could only stare at this nasty storm and wait patiently for it to be over. It was hard to believe that this awesome beach day turned into this. But, that’s how unpredictable beach weather can be.

Neither one of us said a word while standing there. First, the motor had problems and, now this; definitely chaotic. The only thing left to happen was for the boat to get damaged (let’s not even think about that). I was concerned but knew that it was securely tied.

What a day this has been. Anything else pending after the storm ends?

Who knows, anything is possible.

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About a half hour later, Christian finally called back. “Done! Headed your way already. Should be there any minute now.”

I literally grabbed my things, jumped out of the car and ran towards the marina. When I got there, Christian and his buddy were waiting for my arrival.

When I got there I was almost out of breath. “Hello again,” said I to him. He introduced me to his fishing buddy.

And off we went! It was not the first time I’ve been in a boat (this one was about 20-25 feet long, pretty much what I’ve been before), so I knew how to maneuver around it.

The day was perfect for taking a boat ride. There was not a lot of wind, making it easy to sail. Jumping waves may sound like a lot of fun to you. But when a boat this size starts jumping up and down hard, better have a strong stomach ‘cause you’re going to feel it.

We cruised for about 15 minutes until we reached a shallow area in the middle of the open water that it’s a favorite for small boats and people to hang out.

The area was pretty full, so finding where to anchor was no easy task. Because I’ve been in boats before, I tried to help in whatever way possible. I was determined to at least give a good impression of a skilled boater if all else failed (I meant whatever happened after today’s encounter).

When all was under control, Christian and I stepped off the boat and sat on the water. His buddy stayed behind.

Christian and I were sitting face to face looking at each other and (now that the meeting finally occurred), neither one had any idea what to say. We were totally speechless.

Is this crazy or what?

He finally broke the silence. “So, we finally made it.”

“Yeah, I thought it would never happen.”

So what am I now supposed to do? Do I hug him? Kiss him? Ask a trivia question?

Another divine intervention please!



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