After Carlos died being only 53 I made a decision. Life is too damn short, I applied for a loan against my house and bought a small boat. It was something I always wanted and it was perfect. We camped overnight as a family and as a couple countless times. The boat is now gone off to live with Cecil in Hotsprings cove. However, the time we had with her was magic. Her name was “Full Moon”.
We had many great times on her and many scary times, being new to boating, anchoring and the various challenges that come with trying to live on a moving playing field, water, that’s always changing. I read once that Archangel Michael assists mariners, he helps to erase fear and can assist with mechanical issues. You have to ask angels for help, they are polite, they don’t meddle.
Three years ago my daughters best friend had lost her Mom. We always brought her on our boating adventures to help her ease the pain and because she was just a great kid to have around. One weekend in particular was special, we packed for a five day trip with Ali in tow. The boat was loaded, packed with food, wine and all the supplies for a great getaway. We started the motor, pushed off from the dock and got out into the river that fed into the saltwater bay for our sixteen mile crossing across Georgia Straight (Salish sea) to our final destination Cabbage Island in the Canadian Gulf Islands. As I got up to speed I felt the usual happiness at the beginning of a trip. The motor suddenly died as if it had run out of fuel. I tried many times to re start her but no luck. I engaged the small secondary motor and we hobbled back to our slip in the marina. Temporarily defeated.
The next three hours were spent crouched, sweating over an engine I could not sweet talk into starting. Everything I could think of failed to get her back to life. I was getting pissed off and my heart was heavy seeing the girls hanging out and hoping to get going. It was a hot day and it was going to be dark soon. I went to the end of the dock and dove into the water. While I was under I remembered to ask Michael for help. How can I fix this? Within seconds the name Greg popped into my brain. Greg!!! He was a mechanic who had worked for the factory that made my boat. I had his cell number, so I called him. Being a saturday I was hoping I could catch him. He answered…” Greg, it’s Rob” “Hey Rob, what’s up?” was his reply. I explained the problem and all he could say was ” I’m tied up now, but, ya might try to find the lead wire to the fuel sensor unit it’s rare, but sometimes it get corroded and will prevent the engine from getting fuel, blah, blah, blah. “I gotta go” he said. I thanked him and quickly climbed under the engine and found a tiny wire that lead to a tiny brass nut. I unscrewed it and using a brass brush cleaned it up and re tightened it. I yelled up to my wife Paula “start it up!” VROOOM!!!
We were back in business and leaving the dock. I thanked Michael for Greg and asked that he help us get across Georgia Straight and find us a mooring buoy at Cabbage before it got dark.
We had a beautiful crossing. The water was like glass and illuminated in oranges, reds and purples with the setting sun. The girls were sitting outside on the bow with their arms raised singing at the top of their lungs. We approached the buoys as it was getting dark. It was crowded. My mouth dropped open as we saw a sailboat leaving a buoy, as we pulled up. I looked up at the darkening sky and silently said thanks. We had our spot, Faith restored and a great trip…
Thank you Michael…