It was the middle of the night at Station #75 Deerfield Beach, Fire/Rescue department. The call came in of an over turned boat on the beach. We jump out of bed, ran to our trucks and headed for the emergency call.
As usual you never know what you will encounter till you get to the scene. As I pulled up as the Captain on the fire truck, I saw something I had only seen on TV. An old boat that looked like it had been put together in some one’s back yard, with some old nails and left over wood. A six foot pole in the middle nailed to some supports and an old sheet as a sail.
A police officer stated that witnesses noticed the boat pull up on the shore and several folks jump out and start to run. To my surprise the police officer stated they had caught the boaters and were being questioned by immigration.They were Cuban immigrants.
It hit home because at the age of 9 months old, my family and myself left the communist regime in Cuba and came to South Florida. I have lived in Florida all my life and have been a Firefighter/Paramedic most of my years, but have never experienced this scene, up close and personal.
As I looked in the boat and saw the half empty jugs of water, the cans of food, old clothes and THE CUP, I thought to myself, how many Cubans get in these home made boats and try to head for freedom crossing the Atlantic ocean not knowing what will happen to them? How many die crossing the rough waters of the Atlantic? The determination, desire, the faith for a better life.
The Cup with the letters “MP” engraved on the bottom with a hard instrument, as to say this is my property. Who owned this cup, what was he or she like, why did they do it? Every time I look at that cup, I think of the hard decisions people have to make in life. So what holds me back from living life to its fullest?
What holds us back from changing, from making our lives better? You have to take that first step. Take chances in life. You will never know what you can do till you TRY!
I served as a Firefighter/Paramedic for 28 years. I was a fire house cook for most of those years. I have always had a passion for cooking. So I have decided to take a chance, a leap of faith, that first step to recreate myself. I have registered in the January 2010 class at, “The International Culinary School at The Art Institute”.
Every time I look at that “CUP” I am motivated to do something new. What will you do with your life today that will affect you for the rest of your life?
Come and follow along with me as I go on this Culinary Journey. I promise to keep you informed and maybe even stir some deep rooted desires in your own heart.
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