Hadar Shmaryahu Ya'akov
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Sailor and the Storm
Three full days would pass before the sea would calm herself. The wind and rain instigated the whole thing. It was the most staggering experience of all time at the ripe age of 18 years. Who would have thought Sailor would seize such an experience straight from the sleepy streets of a sheltered life. Every belief, thought, friendship and school day suddenly was a distant memory to the young lad. The ocean had become a secret lover to Sailor, who was clueless about his love for the sea. Every swell and ponding raindrop and the screeching howl of the wind, Sailor loved her minute by minute. What reasoning had birthed in his simple mind to embrace the storm as if at an amusement park?
By Hadar Shmaryahu Ya'akov2 years ago in Serve
Sailor
Everything about the experience was breathtaking and soul searching. It was a time of breaking, creating and hatching from an unknown shell. TJ was on a quest to learn and interprete the meaning of his life. Every step he took was unstable and without any sense of direction. Deep within the crevices of his heart, he somehow knew his path was ordained, orchestrated by a power greater than himself. There were days when his steps seemed to mark time. He seemed to be headed nowhere with no purpose and there were times when he was motivated to walk tall, like the Sailor he longed to become.
By Hadar Shmaryahu Ya'akov2 years ago in Confessions