Stewarding someone else’s journey through words is not a responsibility I take lightly. Knowing Marek from a work relationship and never having met the other men on this journey means withholding your personal opinions and keeping a writer’s imagination under control (neither of which is an easy thing to do).

Listening to Marek’s voice on the .wav files he is sending me over his cell phone, you hear the emotion of the moment – I am tired, I am excited, I am living my dream. Reading his post to Lynnea and his girls and knowing how much his family means to him is priceless.

May we all have the opportunity to sail away . . . in our own way.

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