The words in the title belong to a Mexican fisherman who spent
24 days lost at sea.
Daniel Guerrero Martínez and his son
Isaías became famous for their survival in the rough Pacific Ocean. They set off from
Pijijiapan,
Mexico, intending to spend the afternoon catching sharks. Their plans turned into an almost fatal adventure that lasted for 24 days. They were saved by a cargo ship far away from home.
According to their story, a
severe storm swept the father and his son away from their home port. They managed to survive aboard their small fishing boat by
drinking blood of sea turtles and
eating their raw meat. When they were lucky enough to catch one, they would
eat shark meat.
Of course, both Daniel and Isaías were extremely exhausted and nearly dead when they got saved. Daniel claims that he and his son managed to survive because
they did not lose their hope and
their faith in God for a moment. At the end of their calvary, they promised to each other that
they will never sail out again. Something tells me that they will keep their promise.
I am glad that the lucky fishermen survived, but stories like this one always make me think. All survival manuals and happy-ending stories point out that
being able to catch fish is
the most important thing about surviving at sea. This is the point where I get a strange feeling – I am a lousy fisherman...
I wish you a calm sea, a fine wind and a strong mast!
