The sailor didn't know
much about the sea. In fact,
he knew nothing at all. But when
his little boy looked up at him with
admiration, how could he speak of
his failure to know his own profession?
With his son propped up on his lap,
he began to tell a tale of the vast seas
and the heavy gusts of wind that were
strong enough to throw a grown man
overboard. And as his boy oohed
and ahed, the sailor felt something
akin to guilty pride.
It's a shame he didn't
listen to his own storytelling, for
one day, it was his turn to be blown
away by the wind and swallowed up
by the sea.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
The sailor didn't know
much about the sea. In fact,
he knew nothing at all. But when
his little boy looked up at him with
admiration, how could he speak of
his failure to know his own profession?
With his son propped up on his lap,
he began to tell a tale of the vast seas
and the heavy gusts of wind that were
strong enough to throw a grown man
overboard. And as his boy oohed
and ahed, the sailor felt something
akin to guilty pride.
It's a shame he didn't
listen to his own storytelling, for
one day, it was his turn to be blown
away by the wind and swallowed up
by the sea.
D.K
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