I know nothing about boats but I learn fast and never forget.
I’m willing to do the jobs no one else wants.
My kids are grown, I’m divorced, retired at 35. I’m not quite forty yet.
I need to get away and I need to work impossibly hard like I’m used. I need to get away from the gun in my safe calling me.
I’ll work myself to death at any shipping job.
There’s got to be a captain looking for a newbie like that.
That sounds fucking awful. But you need to know thay your tribe is out there somewhere. There are people who will understand you and appreciate you, welcome you into a community, help you change your life. I can’t tell you how to find them, but you need to believe that they’re out there, and keep trying.
I know it sucks to roll the dice and keep getting shit, but you can only roll that six if you keep rolling.