It was a dark and stormy night
Gui The friend decided to personally pick up the new boat directly to the site and immediately heard the news, I propose, enthusiastic, as a crew member, I am aware of my lack of experience sailboats but I trust in the benevolence of Gui.
The road runs fast and late afternoon we are in Marseilles, with some trepidation, we cross the threshold of the yard, and we see it in the water, moored, it is impossible not to read into the eyes of the happiness of Gui who is madly in love: there's no doubt it is a stroke of lightning. We use the last hours of the late afternoon light for a ride from the port, just to "take steps" and see if everything is in order; happy to return to port communicate our decision to leave the morrow at dawn. But the engineers of the yard because we do not recommend, endorse, is scheduled to arrive at a disturbance that it remained in the evening. The suggestion is to postpone the departure the next day. Everyone, however, has commitments that can not be postponed and then want to leave is so great, then thank you but we decide to ignore the advice. After a night spent on board, trying to sleep, the dawn comes and with it the long-awaited moment of casting off.
spent the morning quiet and appearance of a timid sun makes us think that maybe the suggestions of prudence were excessive, but in the early afternoon things change quickly and to the French coast we see dark clouds heavy with rain, in short, come to us. By mid-afternoon we begin to dance so bad between larger and larger, while the spring rain there for a moment, in spite of the tarpaulins the combined action of wind and rain soaks us to the bone and the cold so much. At sunset, the only positive aspect is that the situation is even worse. Finally comes the night, and with it, we begin to distinguish clearly the lightning illuminating the horizon fall into the sea. Often crosses the bow wave and water invades the cockpit soaking all that remained was still dry. Each of us is now only in the company of his thoughts that will lead inexorably to deal with their fears. Down with eyes, a lightning lights up the water that runs into the well and suddenly I'm struck uncontrollable fear of not succeeding, then I would scream in the darkness the feeble light illuminates the face of the compass Gui to the wheel, I can distinguish determination of who knows not to give up, life is perhaps even have the courage to test themselves. In the hours following the urge, more than once, Gui to decline from low to relax a little, but every time the answer is repeated with the same peace of mind: "Do not worry, for now I enjoy it, I just feel tired you the say. "
Gui That night he never got tired and we did not entirely share the same entertainment, but if I think back to those moments are so many emotions and takes precedence over all vivid the memory of the fear of not succeeding, but sneaks in its folds the satisfaction felt upon arrival at the port of Viareggio and I returned the words of the song:
"Captain" that solve with cunning
each adventure you remember that every time a soldier has no fear but fear
bottom always gives me a strange taste
if there was still the world are ready wherever we go. "
close my eyes and still feel the breath of the sea, fear takes me in his embrace, but deep in my heart, I am certain that those words are a reflection of a reality I feel that now.
men perhaps yes, but not as Christians, we have a very powerful tool: prayer. In the Gospel of Matthew (7, 7-12) a few days ago read: "Ask and you shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and who knocks it will be open. " This assurance, therefore, that our prayer is heard, that our God is faithful to meet, must always be accompanied. We must not, however, forget that "the Spirit helps us in our weakness, we do not know what it ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with insistence, with inexpressible groans ", as stated in the Letter to the Romans (8, 26). 
