It is the year 1492, and I am on the high seas with my loyal crew, searching for the alternate water route to China. My crew and I hope against hope to beat the famed Christopher Columbus to this discovery.
It has been weeks now on the water, and some of the men have become discouraged and disheartened. I can see fear in some of their eyes, and I can sense their longing for the smell of that fresh bread, olives, and provolone on the table at home. They sing the songs of our native land and dream of returning.
I, I will not let myself lose faith in our goal. I will be sure to press on and motivate the others to do so as well. …
