My phone rang at 7:00 this morning (Sunday). I thought it was one of the children of a good friend playing with her cell phone, so I let the call go. At 8:00 a.m., my phone rang again.
This time, I answered it.
I can’t go into too much detail, but suffice it to say, it was the wife of one of George’s crewmembers calling to inform me that another wife had been in serious accident the night before, and everyone was trying to reach our boat out on the fishing grounds of SE Alaska.
The Coast Guard had been called, text messages were typed, voice mails were left, e-mails were written, the satellite phone was dialed.
Regardless, we could reach absolutely nobody. As my oldest sister, Cassandra, pointed out, “Isn’t it amazing that with all of this modern technology, when there is an emergency, nobody can reach ANYONE?”
This is the scary thing about commercial fishing. You pray for the men on deck, but at the same time, those of us at home need prayers, too. This is not an easy way to live and although it definitely has its rewards, days like these are what keep commercial fishing families bonded and united….and on edge.
My best to our good friends, and of course, we are all here to help any way that we can. Love to you all!