Wishes...

We all have our stories of old. Probably told by somebody that is long gone. My Uncle was that person. Do you know about the Ship? I have heard about the Ship since my age was in single digits. Mom talked about the Ship. It never had a name, never had a port but it had cargo.

Yes, cargo.

What was the cargo?

Don't know.

Did you ever see the ship?

No.

So, what is so important about this ship?

Well, one day it was going to come in.

In where?

Don't know. Somewhere close so's we could get to the cargo.

You know, when my ship comes in, I can do that. Because if the ship didn't come in there was no way to do that. Whatever "that" was.

I have always held on to that. I knew my ship was out there just beyond the horizon....somewhere. Heading my way.

I just hope this isn't it....