Prayer Retreat Adventures
Last weekend me and my team headed to a hotel in another town in order to have a prayer retreat. It was a good time of praying together and just being together. And then I almost died. (Not really, but I did get in quite a pickle).
The resort hotel we stayed at
We were all sitting around at the beach (yeah, the hotel was on the beach) talking and joking around Saturday afternoon when I noticed a paddle boat sitting on the sand (the kind you paddle with your feet). I asked if anyone wanted to go for a spin in the sea with me, and a friend of mine said she wanted to. So, we pushed the boat into the sea and started paddling. We got a good distance away from shore when we realized the rudder didn't work.
We then spent the next hour trying unsuccessfully to paddle back to the shore. No matter how we worked the rudder or which direction we tried to go, the boat would always turn away from land, and we would end up further and further from the shore.
There was a rocky peninsula half a mile long jutting from the shore, and we slowly made our way to it, going in little circles. When we reached it I jumped off the boat onto the rocks and guided the boat (with my friend still in it) with my arm. I pushed the boat on ahead and scaled the rocks till I caught up with it again. Finally we reached some shallow water where I could stand.
After that I jumped in the water and guided the boat with my arms for the next 45 minutes around docks, fisherman (and fishing lines), and sea urchins as we headed back to where the rest of the group was.
After a long time of pulling my friend and the boat behind me we reached the shore to find a big group of people waiting for us. (The others had notified the hotel when they couldn't see us anymore). They weren't too happy about me taking the boat out for a spin, it turns out they had called out the Coast Guard and the military police to come look for us. After a few minutes of chewing me out, they let us go. Then they got a tractor and took the paddle boat away.
Didn't your mother always tell you to always check the rudder of a stray paddleboat in an ocean far, far away?
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Polarbear |
11:49 AM