The storm that changed everything

Whether it be a seasonal storm or a storm in a season of life - storms happen. We’ve all been there. One minute, everything looks serene and beautiful; and the next minute, the atmosphere turns dark and chaotic.  

How many times have you been drifting through life, when all of sudden, a major storm showed up out of nowhere and turned your world completely upside down?  In the nearly seven decades of my life, I can think of two times when I went through a tumultuous “season of life” storm and two times when I experienced a significant weather event.  

Although, my experiences have been limited, all four storms have been life altering.  The residual effects of the storms changed relationships, financial security, geographical locations and in some cases caused a seismic shift in a sense of “normal.”  In all of these storms, there was a common factor, except for one, the fact that my feet were placed on the ground.  At times, shaking or struggling to remain upright; however, my feet were definitely planted on solid ground.  However, in the last storm - the storm in Puerto Vallarta - there was no place for sure footing, except in my faith.

Lunch was over at the quaint beach side restaurant, everyone was laughing and joking about how full we were; when, someone mentioned - “Looks like a storm is rolling in.”  In the meantime, shuttle boats were taxiing people from the shoreline out to where the boats were anchored in the bay. Although we would have preferred to be together, there was only one seat left on the back deck by the time we reached the boat. Nelson tends to be more prone to motion sickness, so I said, “You, go ahead and take the seat outside and I’ll go inside the cabin.”  

The cabin was full, so the men stood; while most of the women took a seat on the bench that wrapped around one side of the cabin.  The only exception was that the captain’s wife; she took a seat on the floor because she said it was the middle of the boat and she never gets seasick.  

Typically, I don’t get motion sickness either; however, if someone else befalls to it, beware.  Call it empathy or power of suggestion … fighting off the sickness becomes a challenge for me.  Immediately, I start with positive self talk and then transition to changing the subject.  Anything to keep my eyes on the horizon and my mind off of the possibility of succumbing to the dreaded symptoms of seasickness.

Confidently, the captain felt like we would be out from under those dark ominous storm clouds once we moved out of the bay.  After all, a storm had not been predicted and this was not their tropical storm season. Unfortunately, there was no escaping.  

The clouds were looming over us like a heavy wet, gray blanket.  Swelled with raindrops, the enormous clouds opened up producing a torrential downpour.  The water became rougher and the waves bellowed up out of the raging water causing the waves to lap up on the sides of the 38 foot boat. The boat began rocking around like a kid’s toy boat in a washing machine, and everyone began to feel the effects. People were popping dramamine and through their brave faces you could see a certain level of uncertainty.

And then it happened .... one of the ladies became seasick.  Others on the boat began to take care of her needs while I was doing everything not to even think about it.  From my vantage point, I would go from being concerned about her to checking on Nelson.

How could I get to him?  The the boat was rocking so hard, it would have been impossible to get across the cabin floor to where he was seated.  And just when I decided I’d take the chance, someone encouraged the lady that was seasick to sit in the doorway leading out to the deck to get some fresh air. I know she would have moved for me; but, the obstacles to reach him were becoming insurmountable to me in my mind.  At that moment, I had a sense of peril and I knew our lives would be changed forever.