Once he wore a uniform he had reached the apex of his profession had staffs supplied the ship did the books and administrated. It was the best of times and too tired to read to relax and to think about life meet chandlers and customs official who had stories to tell. Seen from above his position was modest but coming from poverty it was an achievement he and his family were proud of. The downfall came quickly crews on ships were drastically reduced soon he was the only on left in the catering line, he hung up his uniform back to the galley, cleaning mess halls and toilets the days became endlessly long, no time to read only waiting for his stint to be over. A heart attack caused by the loss of dignity and long ours his education had come to nothing yet the illness was the beginning of something better.