Wednesday, February 8, 2017

All Boxed Up

Is your family moving to a new home? How well are you and your children handling all the changes? Sometimes children need a little extra encouragement and care when things suddenly become different for them. That is what happens to Charlie when his parents prepare to move to a new home. Please read this story to see how Charlie copes with the changes, how he exercises trust in his parents, and how he makes new friends. Enjoy!
Photo of Boo by Indigo C. Beacon - Copyright 2017
Charlie wanted to play on the playground near his apartment.

“Not today,” said his mom. “It’s raining outside and you will get cold and wet.”

Charlie didn’t think getting cold and wet was a bad idea, but the look from Mom’s eyes let him know she would not let him go outside. Charlie frowned and plopped down on the sofa. He grabbed his little stuffed lion named Boo, and hugged it under his chin.

Mom sat on the floor taking books from a shelf and placing them in a box. Their home had started filling up with boxes, and those boxes started filling up with things from home. Mom, Dad, and Charlie will move into a house soon.

A few days earlier, when the boxes began piling up around the apartment, and the apartment was looking more and more empty, Charlie asked, “Why are we moving?”

“We need more space for our growing family,” Dad said.

“We also need a yard where you can play outside more often,” said Mom.

“Why are you hiding everything?” Charlie asked, pointing to the boxes.

“I guess you could say we are hiding things,” Mom said, “but we are packing it all so we can take it with us. Everything we want to take to our new home needs to be packed and ready to go.”

Now, Charlie was bored and thought about what Mom and Dad had told him earlier. He looked out the window and saw the gray sky and the water dripping off the upstairs neighbor’s balcony. Most of his things were packed in boxes too. He was afraid to take his toys out of a box because he did not want to leave them behind. What could Charlie do?

Charlie took Boo and headed toward his room. There were empty boxes in the hallway which Charlie began walking around, when suddenly he had an idea. He dragged two of those boxes into his room and tipped them on their sides. Then he flipped open the lid of another box that was packed with his toys. Charlie pulled out his one talking puppy that had buttons on its paws. He pulled out two toy cars, three trains, four plastic wild animals, and five of his favorite dinosaurs.

Charlie ran back down the hall to the kitchen where there was a drawer filled with pens and crayons. Oh, I do hope Mom didn’t pack the crayons in a box yet, Charlie thought. He opened the drawer and it was still full. Charlie smiled. He grabbed as many crayons as he could with his two little hands and ran back to his room.

Charlie looked at his cars and trains. “We sure have a lot to fix today,” he said. He held up the two cars and said, “You both have flat tires. You need to go into my garage.”

Charlie put the two cars in the opening of one of the empty boxes. Then he looked at his trains and said, “Your engines are broken. You need to go into my garage to be fixed too.”

Charlie lay on his tummy sticking his head into the box and pushing his cars and trains to the back.
Artwork courtesy of Jochabel Reese - Copyright 2017
“Clank, clank! Tat-tat! Pshhhh, pshhh!” Charlie made sounds while he worked as a mechanic in his garage. He drew pictures of tools on the inside of the box and drew parking spaces for each car and train. He drew some windows on the outside of the box and a garage door on the flap.

“That should do it,” Charlie said satisfied. While pointing to his cars and trains he said, “Now don’t leave the garage without my permission. It’s raining outside, and I don’t want to leave you behind.”

Charlie turned to his one talking puppy, four plastic wild animals, and five dinosaurs. “It’s raining outside. You will get cold and wet,” he said.

He pretended his animals walked into the second box while saying, “Into the cave you go. It will be warm and you can eat jam and butter bread.”

That sounded like a good snack to Charlie. He was starting to feel a little hungry but he did not want to leave his toys quite yet.

Charlie pressed a button on the paw of his talking puppy. “I love you, my friend.” The talking puppy said.

“I love you. And Boo too.” Charlie said, while reaching for Boo that was face down on the floor. “Boo, you should stay with these friends too.” He put Boo in the cave box. Charlie lay on his tummy again, arranging the animals and dinosaurs to be more comfortable.

“There’s not much space in here,” Charlie said. He drew pillows on the cave floor for each animal and dinosaur to sit on. He drew a television on one cave wall and a kitchen table on another wall. “It’s so full in here, there’s not much room to walk around.”

“Ouch!” Charlie had his T-Rex dinosaur say. “You’re stepping on my tail.”

“I’m sorry.” Charlie had Boo say. “My feet take up a lot of room.”

“Charlie!” Mom called. “It’s time for lunch.”

“Okay, Mom.” Charlie hollered. He backed out of his cave and hurried to the kitchen table.

Charlie was hungry and he was glad to see that his mom made his favorite jam and butter bread with sliced apples and carrots on the side. But as Charlie ate, his head dropped a little. He began to feel sad and confused.

“What’s the matter, Charlie?” Mom asked. “Why are you so glum?”

Charlie swallowed a bite of bread slowly.  Charlie began telling his mom that he did not understand why they were moving and he was a little nervous about the whole thing.

“I don’t want to lose my toys or the other things in my room,” Charlie said.

“I know this is hard for you to understand,” Mom said. “Dad and I love you very much. We would only try to do things that are best for you and for our family. We do have to move, tomorrow actually, and we need you to be brave, strong, and to trust us. Can you do that?” Mom asked while reaching across the table and holding Charlie’s hand.

Charlie nodded his head and said he would try. Then he asked, “Can Boo stay with me and not be boxed up in the morning?”

“Of course,” Mom said. “Boo can keep you company the whole day. Your dad and I will be very busy tomorrow with moving everything, so please be good and patient with us.”

“Okay, Mom,” Charlie nodded.

The next day was just as his mom said. It was busy. It was noisy. There were big men coming and going from the apartment taking boxes and furniture to a moving truck outside. Charlie stayed pretty quiet. He held Boo tightly in his arms and he tried to stay out of the way.

He watched when the big men carried out his cave box and his garage box. He could hear his toys shuffling around inside as the men passed by.

Charlie’s dad left with the big men in the truck while Charlie stayed behind with his mom. She loaded a few things in the car; a potted plant, Grandma’s antique vase, a box with the word “toilet” on it, and two suitcases packed with clothes.

“We’re ready to go, Charlie,” his mom said with a smile.

Charlie held Boo and climbed in the car, sitting by the toilet box. He put his seat belt on and looked out the window at his apartment building. His mom started the car and they drove away.

Charlie didn’t know how long they were driving. He just knew they had listened to the entire Wiggle’s CD and he asked at least twice if they were there yet. His mom pulled over and parked on the street. Charlie could see the moving truck in the driveway of a home. It was Charlie’s new home.

“We’re here!” Mom said happily. She honked the car horn to get Dad’s attention.
Charlie got out of the car and his dad rushed toward him, scooping him up in his arms and giving him a big hug.

“Charlie, it’s so good to see you,” Dad said. Then Charlie pushed Boo in Dad’s face as if giving him a kiss. “It’s good to see you too Boo!” Dad said behind Boo’s fluffy head.

“I have a surprise for you Charlie,” Dad said. “There are some special people next door I want you to meet.”

Charlie looked at the house his dad pointed at and did not know what to say.
“It’s okay son, you’ll have to trust me,” Dad said. “Will you trust me that you will be alright?”

Charlie nodded. Dad took him by the hand and they went to knock on the door. After a few seconds, the door was opened by a smiling woman. Then Charlie heard padding feet running up behind her. Two children darted up to the front door, pulling it open wider.

One child was a thin, dark haired boy just a bit taller than Charlie with a little scab from a scratch on his forehead. The second child was a little girl who was just a bit shorter than Charlie with a round angel face, and soft, wavy hair. Their eyes were both bright and excited to see who came to visit.

“Hello again,” the woman said warmly.

“Hello Mrs. Peters. Hello kids,” Dad said. “This is Charlie.”

“Hi Charlie!” the kids and Mrs. Peters said at about the same time.

“This is Brenner,” Mrs. Peters said, “and this is Penelope—”

“But we call her Penny, for short,” Brenner said, cutting his mom off.

“Brenner is excited for you to be here, Charlie. Please come in,” Mrs. Peters said.

Charlie and his dad came into the front room. Charlie leaned on his dad and pulled Boo up to his chin. Penny was also shy and stayed quietly by Mrs. Peters’ side.

“Mom said you can come over and play with us today. Will you stay and play with us, Charlie?” Brenner asked.

Mrs. Peters could tell that Charlie needed a moment to think and she told Brenner to wait for him to answer. Charlie looked up at his dad and held onto his hand tightly.

Dad said, “Charlie, I’ve already talked to Mrs. Peters and she said you can play here with Brenner and Penny while Mom and I unload the moving truck. I know you will be fine here if you want to stay and play.”

Charlie looked at the kids and he looked around the room and saw a few toys scattered on the floor. One caught his eye. It was a T-Rex dinosaur. Charlie motioned to the dinosaur and said, “I have that same T-Rex,” he paused, “but it’s all boxed up.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Charlie,” Brenner said. “When we moved here last year, all my stuff was boxed up too but then we got settled and unboxed everything. I’ve got more toys in my room. Will you please stay and play with us?”

Charlie let go of his dad’s hand and thought about staying but was still not sure.

“Mom and I will be at our new home right next to theirs. It will be alright,” Dad said.

Charlie squeezed Boo and said, “I do want to play—for a little bit.”

“Well, come on then,” Brenner said. “We’ll have fun.”

So Charlie said goodbye to his dad and he stayed to play with Brenner and Penny. Charlie had a wonderful afternoon with his new friends. While he played, his parents made sure all of Charlie’s furniture and boxes were put into his new room for him to see that evening.

“Is everything here?” Charlie asked while Mom tucked him into his bed.

“All your things are here, but they are still boxed up,” Mom said. “It’s been a long day, so we will take time to unpack more tomorrow.”

Charlie smiled and nodded that he understood. He was really tired and his eyes felt heavy with sleep. His mom kissed him on the forehead. Charlie pulled Boo up to his chin under the bed covers.

It took a few days to unpack every box, but Charlie found that all of his toys and other things were there and safe. Although he felt nervous and unsure during the move, he was now very happy to be in a new home and even happier to have Brenner and Penny as his new friends.


The end.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Happy Birthday Mother Theresa - 26 Aug. 1910 - 5 Sep. 1997

Artwork courtesy of Jochabel Reese - Copyright 1999 and 2016
It would not be right this year if I were to ignore a special birthday honoring one of humanity's dearest examples of love and service; Mother Theresa.

To me, it doesn't matter if you are Catholic, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, or any other religion, or even if you are irreligious, you likely have heard the name Mother Theresa and know at least something about her.

This small woman of no more than five feet tall became known throughout all the world because she followed her heart, set out on a epic journey, and brought light to one small corner of the globe (Kolkata, India) which then radiated throughout the rest of the world.

She helped those who hated her. She nursed those who were sick. She provided beds for the dying. She delivered babes. She encouraged peace. She felt driven to serve the very least among us. She felt deep pain and battled depression. She humbly and nearly grudgingly accepted the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979. She did not like drawing attention to herself and she always tried to focus the attention of the curious world to the real issues of poverty, illiteracy, seeking better medical care, the need for better hospitals, teaching better hygienic practices, and so on.

Why do I admire and care about this woman who has been gone from her mortal frame for 19 years? Because Mother Theresa inspires me. Her example makes me stop and hope to do a little good in my corner of the globe. To help someone in need. To lift a head that is hanging down. To hold a trembling hand. To hug a lonely person. To give some of my meat to nourish another's hungered belly. To speak or write something that will touch the heart and mind. To offer my time to someone else who needs it more.

I am nowhere near the person she was, but I am grateful for her example and the moments that I've had in my life to learn who she is. She blessed this earth by coming into it and she continues to bless it with the permanent impression she has left on it.

Happy Birthday Mother Theresa.

Monday, March 21, 2016

When We Walk With the Heart of A Child

This post is by my good friend, Jochabel Reese. I could not attend this wonderful event, but my heart was there.

When We Walk With the Heart of A Child 
Lane Hartman on the shoulders of
Grandpa Tim Hartman


by: Jochabel Reese

When we walk with the heart of a child,
Things look brighter and less wild.

When we walk with the heart of a child,
Our pains seem a bit more mild.

When a child's heart is broken,
Do we leave them with words unspoken?

When a child's heart is aching,
Do we leave them cold and shaking?

No.

Let us walk with the heart of a child,
Let us be tender, loving and mild.

Let us walk with the heart of a child,
Let us make ways for every child to smile.

The following images and experiences are from the 13th Annual Walk with the Heart of a Child event held February 27, 2016 at the Fashion Show Mall, organized to support the Children's Heart Foundation in Las Vegas, NV (CHFN).

CHFN's goal with this event was to raise $125,000, but from what I could see on my donor page today, CHFN only received $96,420. The Centers for Desease Control and Prevention states, "Congenital heart defects (CHDs) are the most common type of birth defect."

Medicines, treatment, surgeries, therapies and other needs are not cheap and CHFN helps support and supplement as many families affected by CHDs as possible.


Jochabel Reese with daughter Rena and son Ethan
The morning of the Heart Walk began at the CHFN sign-in tables outside Johnny Rockets. I signed in, picked up my T-shirt and proceeded to meet with other walkers by a stage in the Fashion Show Mall.

Music played, families gathered, several posters were held up while others were being finished by little hands on the mall floor. Different walking teams had personalized shirts, and then there were many children wearing red shirts to stand out from the rest.

The children in red are our beloved heart patients. They all have their own story, their own congenital heart defects, and their own journey. Many are currently receiving medical care, some have received care in the past and have recovered, and some need medical care now but have not yet received it. It was touching to see so many smiling and hope-filled faces.

Steph MacKenzie and Kevin Janison
The event was announced by local talent, Kevin Janison of NBC News-3, and Steph MacKenzie of 97.1 The Point. Both MacKenzie and Janison have been involved with CHFN for several years and would not miss the Heart Walk come rain or shine.

It was a casual yet energized atmosphere. Janison and MacKenzie made a good team announcing the event proceedings while MacKenzie's daughter and some other little ones played on the stage behind them. No worries, it's all part of the show.


 ISMV students and parents
with principal Dr. Breier in green
and asst. principal Ms. Shaffer in black
I actually first heard about Walk With the Heart of a Child from my childrens' charter school, Imagine Schools at Mountain View. Assistant principal, Nicole Shaffer recognized this need in our community and it was approved by school principal, Dr. Eve Breier. Shaffer promoted the event at school; we received email and social media messages and our children came home with flyers about the event. I knew this was something I wanted to participate in.


Teanna Manzo
I met some wonderful people who really have hearts full of love for their family members and friends going through the challenges of heart treatment.

Teanna Manzo was one of many I met. She was born with conditions I cannot even pronounce which required (in layman's terms) rewiring her heart because vessels and her heart were not where they ought to be. She was also born with other vital organs which developed within the wrong side of her body. She stands here today with a great smile, and a wonderful attitude. She may have to undergo some other medical treatments in the near future. Our prayers are with her and her family.

Bryson's Angels
I couldn't even keep it together when meeting Bryson's Angels. In memory of baby Bryson, the family came out to support CHFN (a photo and the dates 7/5/08-1/12/10 adorn the backs of their shirts).
Even those mourning loss find comfort in coming together for this good cause and helping others through their CHD experiences.

Prior to our 3K walk, we were supposed to warm up to hot Zumba beats, but the crowd mostly stood around watching our happy, hopping Heart Kids kick it on stage. Our fingers got more exercise taking photos and videos than our feet did.

Julia's Heart Throbz honor Avery Flake
Julia's Heart Throbz represented Avery Rose Flake, a beautiful girl born February 5, 2015 with a serious congenital heart defect. Avery received her first open-heart surgery eight days later. Then she had her second open-heart surgery prior to the Heart Walk. Avery was well enough to attend the Heart Walk as seen pictured in front with parents Brooke and Troy Flake.


Julia's Heart Throbz walkin' on
This team is organized by 17-year-old Julia Carlson, who was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy at three months old. Carlson has been involved with Children's Heart Foundation for 13 years and became familiar with the Flake family prior to Avery's birth. This year she raised over $4,000 in donations specifically to benefit baby Avery. Simply Amazing!


Awesome Heartz 2016
Awesome Heartz on the move
Awesome Heartz 2016 supported Soleil Sanchez and Miah Marcus for this Heart Walk. At the end of the event, awards were announced. Awesome Hearts was recognized for Most Team Spirit and Most Donations Raised by a Team (Over $18,000).

When Soleil Sanchez was born and diagnosed with CHD, her mother had to make some serious decisions. Francine Sanchez left her successful career at a pharmaceutical company to not only give her daughter the care she needed, Sanchez also joined with CHFN starting a research division.

With CHDs being such a common birth defect, Sanchez recognized the need for more research to educate doctors
and parents, and provide the best care possible for CHD patients.

Awesome Heartz walked with pride, smiles and pom-poms on this day.

Our walk felt so much shorter than I anticipated, but I could only imagine that every step we took was to represent all the steps our heart children have taken, and will continue to take on their journey through life with the challenges of their CHD.

Karlie's Pacers - Karlie centered in red
It was a special experience walking among mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, friends, and even other perfect strangers who where there with their hearts full of love and care for everyone there.

With all the research and medical care available, and as modern as our technology is, still not all procedures work the same way for each patient. There is still so much more to learn
and so many variables that come into play when a child undergoes heart surgery, or any surgery for that matter.

Zachary's Fighting Tigers - Zachary front center
I can't imagine what these children and their families really
experience physically, emotionally, and even spiritually on a daily basis. But what we all can do is to provide support, comfort, encouragement, donations, and to observe and listen.

Whether we are in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York City, or elsewhere, there are children and families who need people who care and organizations like CHFN who will observe, listen and help them along their difficult path with congenital heart defects. May we all find ways, whether great or small, to love, lift, and strengthen others in our own communities.



Monday, January 4, 2016

Bump, Bump, Bump in the Night - Part I


Children on land think they have things to worry about when they hear a bump in the night. They fear that strange creak from the floor, or scratching on the window. It is quite a different thing, and I must say, more terrifying to hear and feel a bump in the night at sea.

Most of the time, these bumps, creaks and scratches are completely harmless on land. The wind blows bush branches against a window. The house settles at night and groans a bit. A sister in the next room shifts in bed and bumps her elbow on the wall. But a bumping in the night at sea is something else.

I was seven years old on the Horizon with my parents, drifting in the South Pacific on a warm, calm night. The waning moon was high and surrounded by stars as far as I could see. The stars arced over our boat like the underside of an umbrella. If you stood while looking up for too long, you would become dizzy, losing all depth perception and feel like the stars are touching your nose. But those stars had an end. They ended where the sea began and at that point it was black.

“Indigo, you’ve been up there long enough,” Mother said from below deck. “It’s time for bed.” 

I did not respond right away. When I turned from the ship’s bow to leave, I felt a distinct bump along the side of the boat. It startled me since it had been so quiet and still moments before. I held onto the lifeline of the ship and peered over the boat’s edge. The water fluttered and there was a bump again.


Artwork courtesy of Jochabel Reese - Copyright 2016

A child knows what fear feels like when their skin becomes all prickly, and their heart and the pulse in their limbs become noticeably rhythmic. I felt fear then.

“Indigo, come down here for bed right now,” Mother called again. Her voice snapped me out of my trance. I hustled to the cabin portal and went in, closing and locking the hatch behind me as was usually done at bedtime.

“Sorry Mother, I think I saw something in the water,” I said.

“There’s plenty of somethings in the water, Indigo,” Mother said. “The waters are full of life and mystery.”

“I know,” I responded nervously. “I just wish I knew more about those mysteries, sometimes.”

“In time, all mysteries will become known to the world and there will be nothing left to wonder about,” Mother said.

I didn’t quite understand what she meant. I only nodded my head and began to scoot under my covers. She kissed my forehead and went to her bunk with Father. We all drifted into sleep like the boat lazily drifted on those calm waters. 

Bump! 

I immediately awoke and sat up in my bunk nearly hitting my head on the low ceiling. 

Bump! 

Again I felt the vibration of a distinct thump against the side of the boat right where I was in bed. Then there was nothing, for a moment. I looked toward my parents in the glow of the dim cabin night light, and they were sound asleep. It was nearly silent, for all I could hear was their calm breathing.

I mustered some courage, or maybe it was curiosity and rested my ear against the wall of the boat. I could hear a swooshing sound and then a strange echo. I began concentrating my ear on that echo which began to sound like a voice.

“I know you are in there,” the voice uttered. “I know what you taste like.”

My heart was pounding and my breath shuddered in and out. I was frozen with my head against the cabin wall.

“You both will be my meal someday. I will drag you into the darkness and fill my gut with you.”

I suddenly screamed and cried. My parents woke and rushed to me. I told them what happened and they insisted that it must be a bad dream, a really lifelike, terrible dream. I forcefully argued back and sobbed. They held me until I calmed down and I slept in their bunk. We were crammed together like a can of sardines, but I felt safer.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Welcome to My World

Artwork courtesy of Jochabel Reese - Copyright 2015
Dear Readers,

Whether we wish to accept it or not, we are all in a constant state of change. We all grow older; some grow wiser, some grow dumber, some grow taller, some shrink. Our points of view change, our hearts change, our circumstances change, our friends change, and so on.

Change is the very reason I have chosen to introduce myself to the world, or in other words, introduce my world to your world, on the first day of Autumn.

Honestly, I have been procrastinating this introduction. I, like many of you, have my own stash of fears and insecurities. But with much coaxing from a few loyal friends and the tugs of my own heart, I am ready to come forward and share with you who I am and what I do. This is a big change for me.

Here, I will journal several of my adventures. I have had Vast Voyages and small excursions. I have found simple pleasures in my own backyard. I have made many friends and some enemies. I have had many laughs and on occasion shed some tears.

You currently have access to the story of my birth, and the point in my life when I realized I needed to start writing my own stories. There are several years in between those two entries which have yet to fill blank pages, and then there's the few years up to the present that have yet to be written too.

In the meantime, I have included a few of my writings to massage your mind, tickle your imagination, touch your heart, and make you smile.

Thank you for visiting my world. Please come again.
 










Indigo C. Beacon

Friday, September 11, 2015

Born at Sea

It is not uncommon for people to ask where a person is from when they are trying to get to know them. It is usually polite to give a short answer which helps move the conversation along, making room for other questions to be asked and answered. When folks ask where I am from, I tend to get plenty of follow-up questions. So, I think it is about time for me to share my origin story.

The short answer is that I was born at sea, more specifically and most likely the Coral Sea. However, we were on course between then New Herbrides (now Vanuatu) and the Solomon Islands where the Coral Sea meets the South Pacific Ocean. So there is a small chance I was born at ocean instead.

Now for the slightly longer story, which I promise it is worth reading, because I am sure you are already wondering how an infant was born at sea.
Indigo C. Beacon - Copyright 2014
My parents owned a fishing boat called the Horizon. While on the Horizon my parents were not only expert fishers, they were also true explorers, amateur scientists, and most importantly dedicated parents. 
  
It was November, 1979, and my parents and our small crew (Sydney, Walter and Javier) were traveling from the island Espiritu Santo of New Herbrides back to the Solomon Islands where they had a hut in a village near Honaira. They intended to stay there for a while when I arrived.
Photo courtesy of Michael Alford - All Rights Reserved
My father is Vale. His name means "brave" in Latin. My mother is Yara. Her name means "water lady" in Portuguese. Name meanings are important in my family as we feel a name really does describe and adds to who we are.

My parents did not want to chose a name for me before I was born. They had no way of knowing what I would be. They wanted to see what name fit me once I entered the world.

As our crew made their way back to Honaira to prepare for my arrival, Nature had other plans. We ran into a storm, early for typhoon season, that threw the Horizon completely off course. The rain struck from all sides and it was hard to tell what was ocean and what was sky. Mother couldn’t bear the intensity of the storm and the ship seemed like it would sink. Mother went into labor as the storm continued.

Then, Nature changed it's cruel tone. The storm began to dwindle and the ocean waves retreated. My brave father, mother and loyal crew helped bring me into this world just as the sun peeked from behind a heavy cloud as if wanting to witness my birth.

I was born but silent. My parents said I was as blue as the ocean. My father tried reviving me but I was limp. In a sheer moment of panic and desperation he held me by my ankles with one strong hand and dipped me headfirst into the salty ocean. He quickly pulled me out. He felt my body flinch in his hand and he dipped me in the water again. When he pulled me from the water the second time, I let out a cry that drowned out the squawking sea birds. My parents and the crew felt a rush of relief as Father passed me to Mother and she held me on her chest, trying to keep me warm.


Nothing and no one was dry for hours. When my father dunked me in the ocean, the blood and residue from my birth washed off which then attracted several hungry sharks who circled the boat, bumping it with their noses in frustration. My skin had turned from blue to a warm pink color. Mother and I were onto a healthy recovery despite our dangerous circumstances.

The Horizon's motor and mast were damaged in the storm but luckily we were only stranded at sea for two days. Our radio transmitter and navigation instruments worked. My family had a waterproof emergency kit on board to aid us. The kit contained two blankets, clean water, and canned food with an opener--very important. We also had some long oars stored along the inside edges of the boat.

After a few calculations, my father and the crew took turns rowing the boat where they anticipated a cluster of islands to be. Mother tended to my needs and used the the radio transmitter from time to time in hope of being found. Our S.O.S. was intercepted by a commercial fishing vessel named Phoebus and it came to our rescue.

By the time we boarded the Phoebus my parents were certain the most fitting name for me was Indigo, and here I am today as Indigo C. Beacon. In due time I will divulge what name belongs to the initial C. Until then, remember I have just revealed my first big adventure upon entering this world and I have had many other strange, mysterious and fantastic adventures I will be sharing soon.