Yesterday my father-in-law fired up his boat to charge the batteries and to take it out. It was a really nice day, plenty of sun shine and mid 60’s. We all went out and enjoyed the fresh air and the view of the nice homes that line the Halifax River in Daytona Beach. We went south and went out into the ocean at New Smyrna and as we came back in we noticed a small boat that had motor troubles. This was an older looking boat that really didn’t look that sea worthy, so we pulled out some ropes and towed them slowly about 3 or 4 miles to the bridge they were parked at. As we were towing them I asked my father-in-law if there was a comradely amongst boaters like there is amongst bikers and he told me no, most look the other way and never stop. Its really sad, if we wouldn’t have helped them who knows when they would have been helped. Why don’t we stop and help people any more? Do you think the Samaritan knew what he was getting into? Is it because it might cost us something? While we were towing the boat this other boat sped by and because of the waves it created clip that the rope was tided to popped off and smack our boat and left a little hole that will have to be fixed. I stinks that it happened but the reward of helping out weighs the price of fixing the little hole.
Think about it as you drive or walk or boat by someone that needs help. I know I will.
