The other day, I came across this meme that said: “Fight like the third monkey trying to get on Noah’s ark.”
I think I can relate to that third monkey. Lou and I are both fighters, and there have been quite a few times in our lives where we’ve had to fight pretty hard just to make it. But the thing about this funny saying that I can’t ignore is that there were already two monkeys about to board the ark.
That was always the plan; only two monkeys were supposed to be on Noah’s boat.
When I look back on our move to Miami, that’s what stands out for me, too. With hindsight, I can see that Lou and I had been fighting so hard to save ourselves by battling for a spot on a boat that probably wasn’t meant for us to board. But once we were on the ship, it was too late for us to bail. We were loaded in, and the rains had already started pouring out of the sky.
