Little signs...24 years ago, Joe and I took a weekend trip to Nantucket with my parents on their boat. We were anchored in Coatue and Joe and I were going to take the dinghy into town to see some old friends. As Joe was getting into the dinghy, his wallet fell out of his pocket--biggest concern? His badge was in it. My dad told us to go ahead, he would dive for the wallet. The water was clear and only about 8 feet, so he was confident and off we went. He dove for quite some and had no luck. On what he had decided was his last attempt, sunlight reflected off of something and he realized it was the badge....needless to say, he was a hero in Joes eyes and he kept saying he would never be able to repay my dad. Fast forward to now, when my parents were on their yearly trip up the Maine coast. Getting ready to take the inflatable dinghy back out to their anchored boat, my dad realized his wallet was gone. They searched the dinghy; he retraced their steps in town; he called the harbormaster, just in case it was found; he began to make a list of all of the items that he would have to cancel, replace, etc. As Dad tells it, he turned and there was the wallet, sitting on the top of the inflated side of the dinghy, near where he had been sitting.....like it had appeared out of nowhere! Both of my parents said numerous times that they had searched high and low, and the wallet was NOT there before. No one is going to tell me that Joe didnt finally find a way to repay him.....nicely done, my love!
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 12:24:37 +0000
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