Maybe today you’re the one clinging to the edge of the boat, fighting to hold on. Every muscle in your body is tense. Wind, rain, and crashing water beats against your heart. It’s dark, too dark to see. And you’re nauseous, dizzy, spitting water and bile.
Or maybe you’re the one working hard, heaving bucket-fulls of water. Furious in your efforts. Alone. You double down. Work harder. You’ll survive this storm. One way or another. It all depends on you.