Wind Beneath My Wings
Heaven is eternal. Obviously, that is true since God is eternal, and Heaven is His dwelling place. But, considering one of the reasons that we need eternity is it will take a long, long time to recognize all of the folks that were so vital in the accomplishment of life’s dreams, but were never recognized for their contributions.
All would agree that we would be much poorer without the visionaries, dreamers, and their “imagineering” that has brought about great and small things that we enjoy so very much. If it were not for those that can see in their mind’s eye what would make life better, healthier, and simpler, we would still be living in open areas with campfires and hunting for food.
But what about all the “doers, workers, assistants, maintenance, skilled trades, transportation, communication, and folks of that ilk that make dreams come to life? Without the common man, no vision would ever be more than just a good idea. Enablers, encouragers, and “those that believe” in a dream are facilitators who rejoice in the accomplishment of the vision.
On May 24, 1965, a thirteen-and-a-half-foot boat quietly slipped out of the marina at Falmouth, Massachusetts. Its destination? England. It would be the smallest craft ever to make the voyage. Its name? Tinkerbelle. Its pilot? Robert Manry, a copy editor for The Cleveland Plain Dealer, who felt ten years at the desk was enough boredom for a while, so he took a leave of absence to fulfill his secret dream.
Manry was afraid, not of the ocean, but of all those people who would try to talk him out of the trip. So, he didn’t share it with many, just some relatives and especially his wife, Virginia. She was his greatest source of support.
The trip? Anything but pleasant. He spent sleepless nights trying to cross shipping lanes without getting run down and sunk. Weeks at sea caused his food to become tasteless. Loneliness, that age-old monster of the deep, led to terrifying hallucinations. His rudder broke three times. Storms swept him overboard, and had it not been for the rope he had knotted around his waist, he would never have been able to pull himself back on board. Finally, after seventy-eight days alone at sea, he sailed into Falmouth, England.
During those nights at the tiller, he had fantasized about what he would do once he arrived. He expected simply to check into a hotel, eat dinner alone, then the next morning see if, perhaps, the Associated Press might be interested in his story. Was he in for a surprise!
Word of his approach had spread far and wide. To his amazement, three hundred vessels, with horns blasting, escorted Tinkerbelle into port. Forty thousand people stood screaming and cheering him to shore. Robert Manry, copy editor turned dreamer, became on overnight hero.
His story has been told around the world. But Robert couldn’t have done it alone. Standing on the dock was an even greater hero: Virginia. Refusing to be rigid when Robert’s dream was taking shape, she allowed him freedom to pursue his dream. (Copied).
Ecclesiastes 4:9, “Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil.”