Something beautiful happens when the boats starts to sink. You see your life start to flash before you, and the things you care the most about come to mind. And although you feel desperate and alone, those who care about you are those who come to the rescue. This is the beauty of loss.
My boat started to rock, then crash, and the sinking began. Out of the far waters came the rescue team, from every direction. I am humbled and I have hope that we are all in this and not alone.