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The seas had been
particularly rough that week. None of us
knew how it would be possible to brave the turbulent rough waters in a tiny vessel. We rode our bikes down the road to the beach
where this little boat had been impounded.
Six men? There was barely room for three! We heard that while three or four were
crowded into the boat, two others clung to the outer tubes in the shark-infested
waters.
The sight was stunning. A myriad of thoughts raced through my mind and
then there was this cross. Out of all
the photos that I took, this one was the most powerful. This is what the men would have seen as they
were clinging to the sides of their boat, as they were clinging to their
desperation to be free.
Ten years have passed
since I stood on that beach. But, in my
mind, it was only a moment ago. – Jill Saur WEBSITE