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“The breaking of a wave cannot explain a whole sea”

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“The breaking of a wave cannot explain a whole sea”

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May 07, 2012
By joshfishman
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Bring me that horizon...

For me the sea has always been where I turn for inspiration, solace, and wonder.  The night I was born I breathed thick salt air and first heard the sound of long Pacific swells rolling onto whispering sand, and from that day my life was held forever in the sea’s net of wonders.  My mom and dad were living in a beach motel in Southern California while my dad did his medical residency, and my first steps were on the sand and behind my dad as he made hospital rounds and home visits to patients.  I can never remember any time in my life when I wanted to be anything except a doctor and a marine naturalist, and thanks to my parents, extraordinary mentors and opportunities I became a marine biologist and a doctor and have had experiences in both fields that make me grateful to be alive just for one of those moments.

 

My favorite thing about the sea is that it is not lonely; in the sea I feel connected by the water to millions of people around the world.  I imagine millions of people of a thousand colors and languages and religions and nations all floating together in the sea’s embrace and connected across thousands of miles by one continuous, unbroken sea.  When we float in the vast sea, only a little of it is holding us up, but that small part is connected to an unimaginably vast and powerful body of water.  In the same way, this is how a people are strong.  When we say ‘a sea of humanity’ we acknowledge that humanity–all of us together–are as powerful as the sea, which is always waiting to show what it can do.

 

Like every wave, every life is unique and beautiful, something I have experienced time and again through this voyage.  In 2011 we saw our

Fighting bedsores on a dying patient we inherited at the Asilo

10,000th patient, and although I am very proud of how many people have received care through Floating Doctors, what I am most proud of in 2011 was that as we expanded our project, we always stayed committed to the individual patient.  Time and again, this has ultimately led to our being able to do more for more people than we originally anticipated and I have faith that we will remain committed to the single, individual patient as continue our voyage.

 

Long before I was old enough to venture over the horizon the last lands and seas had long since been charted, but fortunately the frontiers of health and the sea of humanity offer an endless horizon.  Looking out over the Pacific horizon so many years ago I never envisioned that my greatest loves would one day combine in a mobile medical relief team exploring frontiers of health across the living ocean that washes all shores equally.  I had no idea HOW I would pursue these two passions, I only knew with certainty that if I did not have them both in my life, I would never be happy, and so I would look out over the water or read Jacques Cousteau or trail after my dad on rounds, and dream of adventures on distant seas and future patients I would see and help.

 

First clinic in the new Panga (before we built a canopy)

Repairing torn stitches in Labadie

But all the time a voice was urging me to move forward, always there was another voice…darker, more ancient; a more primitive vocabulary but it didn’t need sophisticated words…it has raw fear, self-loathing, shame, narcissism, and petty angst and selfishness.  This voice, all my life, has whispered under my dreams, telling me I will never become a doctor, and never see the seas I spent my childhood dreaming of.  Sometimes it spoke with other people’s voices, like during the year we struggled to rebuild Southern Wind after she had been donated to us and some people scoffed and said we would never make it, and it would never work, and we would all be killed and waste all the support we gathered…but here we are.  Sky and I lived with fear as a constant companion for the whole tenuous first year of our project, when so often it hung by a thread, but (especially with my sister beside me and many hands outstretched to help us keep going) we were able to move forward, one foot in front of the other, and now here we are…going on a mobile clinic in the morning, more than 600 mobile clinics into our voyage.

 

La Sabana in the mountains

I know now that this pessimistic voice I’ve always had spoke from feeling not good enough somehow to deserve attaining my dreams, and although as I got older (and continue to get older) the voice got fainter and fainter (I pretty much ignore it on autopilot now…most of the time), it took many years before I could–as my wise sister says–”Allow myself to succeed” without it being a struggle.  We are always our own harshest critics and unforgiving judges, but as they saying goes:  ‘You never know if you can climb the mountain until you try (REALLY try).’  And as a wise man said, is it really that frightening to succeed, and is it really, in the grand scheme of things, so terrible to fail?  And there is always the third option (my favorite):  sometimes when you fall, you find out you can fly (or learn how really, really quickly)–especially if hands are outstretched to help you stay in the air, and your ego (and the dark voice inside us) allows you accept the help that is offered.

 

The kindness and generosity I have seen people show towards us and to others fills me with hope that the daunting

La Sabana in the mountains

challenges of our time can be survived.  I am immensely proud of what my crew, friends and family, and all our volunteers and supporters have made possible, and incredibly grateful to be able to be a part of this voyage and to have shared it with such extraordinary people.

 

Even with all its faults, earth is a beautiful planet, and humanity, despite its many, many faults, is heroic.  There are heroes all around us; it has been a great honor to work alongside so many of them.

 

“The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.”

Check out these pictures; some of my favorite moments captured in 2011.

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