01/31/2026
Camaraderie — On our morning walk, Tammy and I passed four fishermen whose boat was stuck on a sandbar at low tide. They were pushing hard, but the heavy hull wouldn’t budge. The same instinct that makes me help someone whose car is stuck in the snow kicked in, and I jogged over to lend a hand.
Once I found my spot, one of them called out, “¡Uno… dos… tres!” and we all pushed together. Instinctively I started shouting, “Go… go… go!” to keep the momentum. On the second round—“¡Uno… dos… tres!”—then we all yelled “Go… go… go!” and the boat lurched forward.
On the third try it broke free. A chorus of “¡Gracias!” and a row of thumbs‑up followed.
The shared moment of triumph felt surprisingly profound. Skin tone, nationality, and even language differences dissolved. For that brief moment, we were just five guys with a common goal. It’s a memory I’ll keep.
