It seems nothing more than a dream now that I am back in the comfort of home. At times it wasn't a dream but a nightmare. I suspect I learned more in those six weeks away from home than in the last six years, being confined to a sailboat with 13 people that was continuously thrown around like a toothpick in rough seas for nearly 32 days.
It was interesting watching people change colors like a traffic signal and being face to face with your ultimate fate. I have never had more honest moments in my life to evaluate who I was and who I want to become — a man of fewer words whose actions speak for themselves, because I don't think I could ever, even in my best moment of writing, tell you what it was like.
One minute I was on a beautiful little island in Brazil and the next I was being swept across the deck by an 18-foot wave, scrambling to hold on until my clip finally snagged, jerking me back like I was holding onto a runaway train. Feeling imprisoned, I would sit up on deck looking out at the ocean as if it were my life's canvas. I had never seen so clearly before.