Sail boat 3 of 3

This was in today's paper. I think I know what happened. I hope they find the guy.

I'm amazed at the difficulty I'm having at processing what happened. The boat is safe under our house and the jib is repairable and the boat is fine. I'm still missing the boom, and mainsail. I keep thinking about it floating away a couple of times and going to get it and trying to stick it back in the front hatch. I couldn't think of a way to tie it down. It finally hit me this morning what I should have done. So I feel a little better.

I can't stop thinking about what I should have done different. It kinda seems stupid, but I feel like I lost a friend. I'm amazed at how much I liked sailing that boat and without a sail I might as well have lost the whole boat.

I'm thankful I'm not lost at sea and can use what happened to make me a better sailor. I know I'll sail again, one of these days, and the arrogance and over-confidence I had that morning will not flare up again so easily. This event might save my life and everyone on board when I'm 52.

God is so good in the lessons he teaches us. It's tough that they almost always hurt, but if they didn't we would forget them as easy as we forget a Sunday morning lesson in church. I love that kind of God. The kind that knows the deal and is willing to do whatever it takes to teach his children how to think, live, serve, and worship for Him.