The day after Christmas, I was invited to attend the 2015 International
Children Regata held in Biscayne Bay, FL. Children between 7 and 14 from all
over the world (mostly South America, Germany, South Africa, Florida, ...)
participated for four days.
My granddaughter is eleven. For the past five years, she has
been attending two to three-week summer sailing camps in Lake Michigan. No
comparison with some of the participants from warm climate who sail most of the
year.
On December 26, she went to the specific marina to prepare
her 8-ft sailboat that has been shipped from Chicago, and received her
instructions for the next day. A friend of my husband invited us to spend the
day on his catamaran. Before boarding, we dropped the excited young girl at the marina, where she joined her coach and the hundred participants. Our friend sailed to the middle of Biscayne
Bay to allow us a great view of the race.
Unfortunately, the ocean was rough and the waves high. The small
boats paraded around ten o’clock, then the young sailors lined up their boats
and the first race started at 10:30 am. They had to sail to an orange barrel,
then turn around and reach another barrel on the opposite side and return to their
starting point. My son and husband each equipped with a big binocular followed
our granddaughter’s every move.
“She made it to the first barrel and spun around.” Great,
her frantic mother and I sighed with relief.
“Oh trouble,” my son said with a mournful voice. “The waves
are too high.”
Even without binoculars, I could see our little darling
bailing water out of her boat that was drifting dangerously far. Good God, she
is only eleven.
Apparently, we were not the only ones watching the drama.
Her coach raced toward her on a motorized dingy, helped her bail for a moment
and then towed her toward our boat. She jumped aboard for lunch while her
dad and little bother tried to continue bailing. No experts here. The nine-year-old boy fell in the water. His dad ignored the sailboat to save his son who got
injured by the rudder (a blade-like appendage used to steer the boat). Meanwhile
the boat filled with water and capsized, sinking and completely disappearing
under the catamaran.
Try to imagine the panic and our sweetheart crying her heart
out while losing her boat and the race on day one. But the brave young coach
returned--by the way, she was only 19. She threw her arm and half her body under water, and managed to catch the top of the sail. She and my son pulled and pulled and
brought the boat up, turned it and bailed it.
Half an hour later, our granddaughter was back in her
boat. She finished the two other races of the day without problems, and the fifteen
races that followed over the next three days.
And our happy little girl received a medal!!
And our happy little girl received a medal!!
The moral of the story as my husband put it: Even if you are
completely under water, with perseverance you can get up and win.
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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, Mona Risk, visited more than 100 countries. She's also a doting grandmother who loves to include babies and children in her romance novels.
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My goodness what a saga! As a kid her age I sailed cadets. Fell in one too many times and gave it away!
ReplyDeleteGave me a chuckle. Thanks, Mona!
ReplyDeleteWhew! Glad everything turned out well and sincere congrats for her winning a medal!
ReplyDeleteGreat story!
ReplyDeleteWow! What an exciting adventure, Mona! You must be so proud of your granddaughter!
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