By Net Web
No matter how old we are, life always holds space for a « first time. » There are experiences we never thought we’d have—or perhaps never dared to dream of having—but then, life offers them to us wrapped in mystery, discomfort, and unexpected beauty.
Albert Einstein once said, “We are using less than 10% of our brain capacity.” That makes me think—how much of life are we actually living? How many things have we never done, simply because we never tried?
This is the story of my first trip on a boat—an unforgettable, raw, chaotic, beautiful experience that taught me that growth often hides in the unfamiliar.
Pict.1: My First Trip on Boat
🚢 Chapter 1: A Promise Across the Waters
It all started in December. I was talking with a young nurse student I knew—a sweet, kind soul who lived in a remote town surrounded by water. We chatted often, and she told me about her upcoming graduation ceremony. With excitement in her voice, she invited me. And without thinking twice, I promised her I would come.
But there was a problem: no roads led to her town. The only way in… was by boat.
Pict.2: Me talking to my friend.
🧭 Chapter 2: The Road to the Waf
Two days before the event, I left my house with nothing but a bag, a hoodie, and my word. I took a car to the « waf » (a dock where boats depart), but arriving there, I met my first challenge. The entrance was crowded with rough men—some smoking, some drinking, many watching strangers like predators. One man even stubbed his cigarette on my skin. It was painful, humiliating, but I didn’t fight back. I was too focused on the mission: the promise I made.
Finally, I managed to enter the waf. It was huge, chaotic, but also alive with movement and voices. I found the boat. It was large, full of people, but surprisingly simple—no roof, no seat numbers, no comforts.
Pict.3: In the Waf
🌧️ Chapter 3: Floating into the Unknown
About two hours later, the engine started to roar. We began moving—slowly but steadily—floating over the sea. The sky was clear, the sun hot. I had never been on a boat before, and the feeling was surreal. A mix of excitement, fear, and adventure.
But three hours into the trip, the weather turned. Rain started pouring, and we were completely exposed. People screamed, tried to hide under pieces of plastic. I grabbed a tarp and shared it with strangers. We were all soaked, cold, and uncomfortable.
Then, mercy came. The captain opened the « first class » section, which was covered. A few of us were allowed in, and finally, we had shelter. We stayed there, quiet, waiting, rocking with the rhythm of the sea.
Pict.4: The boat in his way to Miami
🌃 Chapter 4: Arrival & The Unexpected Night
After seven hours, we arrived. It was 9 PM and already dark. I thought I would rest. But no—I needed to take another bus to reach my final destination: a place called Miami (not the U.S. city, but a local town). This night journey on a dangerous road was unplanned, and a bit terrifying.
I decided to spend the night in a hospital where I used to work. No one there knew I was coming, so I had no bed, no meal—just memories. The night was cold and uncomfortable, and I barely slept.
Pict.5: My night in the Hospital.
🏡 Chapter 5: Encounters and Disappointments
Early the next morning, I visited a girlfriend of mine. For the first time, I stepped into her yard. But the moment quickly turned bitter—her neighbor kicked me out. Another unexpected twist.
I shook it off and went to the local store. I bought a perfume, a burger, and shoes for the graduation. Then I returned to the hospital for another boring night.
Pict.6: Me in my girlfriend’s yard for the first time
🎓 Chapter 6: The Graduation Day
Finally, Sunday arrived. I woke up, dressed in my new outfit, and headed to the ceremony. I was the first person to arrive. The staff were still setting up the auditorium, arranging chairs and lights. It was raining again, but this time, I stood in the beautiful yard, watching the scene unfold.
Little by little, people began to arrive—dressed in elegant clothes, full of joy. The rain stopped. The music started. The prayers and singing echoed in the air.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t see my friend at the beginning of the event. I stood for most of the ceremony, quietly observing the beauty, the pride, and the emotion in the faces of the new nurses.
Finally, I saw her. I entered the auditorium and we greeted each other. She was glowing in her white gown, smiling from the heart. That moment made everything worth it.
Pict.7: The Auditorium at my arriving
🛶 Chapter 7: The Journey Home
After the celebration, I returned to the hospital, picked up my things, and began the journey back home. This time, it was even more surreal. I took a car, then a motorcycle, and once again, a boat—but now, under the moonlight.
We left the waf around midnight, and I arrived home the next morning at 9 AM. Tired. Wet. Hungry. But with a story in my heart.
Pict.8:In my back Home
🌟 Final Thoughts: One Experience, Many Lessons
That boat trip wasn’t just transportation—it was a spiritual journey. It showed me:
- How far I would go to honor a promise
- How difficult moments can lead to beautiful ones
- How unpredictable life is—and how rich it becomes when we say yes to adventure
I didn’t just travel by boat. I upgraded my capacity for patience, courage, and human connection. I explored unknown places, both on the map and inside myself.
Because no matter how much we’ve lived, there’s always a new « first time » waiting to shape us.
Pict.9: The nurse after the graduation.
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