Lots of fish in the sea. Always, always always plenty of fish in the sea for him to fish most days.
His boat a very small kind of fishing boat that can only be used by one fisherman alone and they are specially made to withstand the rough high seas where he fished and fishes.
Fishing boat that has seen a lot of history. Was handmade and painted by hand no industrial stuff there at all.
He was making a bit of money with his fishing without anyone else joining in with him.
Dangerous fishing because he used to fish special fish with a hand rod as well not only using the nets.
Fishing has been his life he cannot think of any other way to be except that a fisherman.
His boat is his first love, his one friend that sees him and saw him through everything.
Of course fishing boat with such rough seas and so much use started to wear out. Pieces for the boat and repairs because they all had to be done by hand had become very expensive all of a sudden and he had not been able to save at all.
He had been realizing this for a long time and he kept it all to himself his heart was sad sunken into the depths of despair yet he still was able to keep going even in the desperate conditions he and his family were in.
Most of the fish was for him and his family to be able to eat being that the most important of all things.
After long hours and see and it was getting dark now the Sun was almost set he hauled in a few extra pounds of Sardines that day.
His heart was gladdened for a while. He was on his way home with them.
There was a slight skip in his usually dragging feet he felt lighter.
He was not a man that prayed out loud or cried to God to help him. When he did it came from the depths of his heart.
Today there was no sadness etched on his face for the moment.
On the way to his home he came across a man by a dirt track sitting outside a broken down Caravan that had seen better years too.
Not an elderly man really say about 70 or so was huddled up to a very small fire.
They set up a conversation and it was obvious by the look of this man that he was very hungry.
Fisherman gave him almost all of his catch of sardines and two loaves of bread that he had not even touched because his sadness had been such he had forgotten to eat any of it.
Elderly man thanked him and looked deep into his eyes. Elderly man nodded when the fisherman talked about his boat, the repairs and the desperation he felt. He said he felt there was no God at all in his life.
Eventually the fisherman went home and getting into bed with a very high fever as he had caught a chill something not usual in him he was in bed for almost a good part of the week.
Fully recovered and knowing that there had been very bad storms he rushed to see what might have happened to his boat.
Getting to the boat he could not believe his eyes it was all like brand new, new hand paint and every single one of the repairs had been done.
The tears flowed down his face he could not stop them the sadness from his face was gone and all he could feel was thankful to God, to someone he did not know who.
He was able to fish again and his wife and family would be able to get much needed things.
Inside the boat were the crumbs of somone having eaten bread and the little bit of a sardine too but it was all in a neat pile.
He had been given to eat and drink by the one who he had enough goodness to feed and take pity on.
Will leave that to your own conclusions this is a true story I cannot say where it came from as its very personal. I come from a Sea Merchant family the sea is in my blood and it always will be.