I enjoy cruises. Have you ever been on one? If you haven't, I hope you can go one of these days.
The first cruise I ever went
on, I went by myself. Yes, that's right, alone, me, without hubby.
I boarded a flight in Houston,
flew to Los Angeles, and boarded a Royal Caribbean ship headed to Mexico. One
of the excursions was Catalina Island.
So now you know how the book,
Sarah and a Midnight Cruise to Catalina Island came about.
Carolyn, the heroine in the
book, must go alone. She works in a retail establishment, and no vacations are
allowed after September 1.
At the time, so did I.
Carolyn's dad dies, and her
vacation plans change. She must go alone or not at all.
True. Same as me.
When Carolyn arrives in LA, the
airline reports her luggage went to Dallas. They assure Carolyn they will
get her bags on the ship.
Yep. That actually happened.
Authors often write from
personal experiences. This book is one of those.
We'd buried my dad three weeks
earlier and my life felt out of control. Hubby couldn't go with me, and I needed a time out.
Sure, I was a bit scared to take this adventure, but it turned into a serendipity experience.
The small, organized stateroom
was perfect for me. Everything had a place. The tiny room was peaceful. It was totally the opposite of my current, chaotic, life.
At a time when I couldn't put
my life together, it was wonderful to have someone who could. The ship's
personnel did their job, and as they did so, they comforted a bereaved
woman.
I wonder how many times we go
through life doing our job, and unknowingly bring solace and help to a hurting
soul?
It takes a mere smile and a
happy greeting to turn someone's dark moment into a brighter one.
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