We were driving to dinner in Islamorada when I spotted the boat. On the oceanside, beached up on shore, sat a small blue boat. I knew in an instant that it was a boat that ventured there from Cuba. We see them all the time, homemade rickety crafts that house far more passengers than allowed-all fleeing from Cuba with its poverty, crime, and shortage of food and medicine. They pack in the boats with the sole purpose of a better life starting in Miami. Without adequate safety measures or food and water, they venture across in boats held together with tar and staples. It’s an unbelievable risk of their lives. All for the American Dream.
We pulled over and inspected the boat. It was hard to believe that it made it from Cuba to Islamorada and we wondered if the passengers made it to someplace of refuge. It is such a sobering sight to see this desperation up close and be reminded how very lucky I am.
For all that I try not to take for granted, I said a prayer for those dreaming of a better life. God bless you and make the waters calm. May food, water and medicine be plenty for you. May you reach your awaiting family and secure the life you are dreaming of. God bless and Godspeed.
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