Let us not so easily discount the oh so valiant effort by Reinardo de la Rosa. His attempt at fame and good fortune will never see itself in the history books. It will never be told by mothers as they tuck their children in at night. It has never been featured on the front page or any page after. His tale won’t ever be told, if we don’t do so now.
You see, Reinardo was a common man, not unlike you. He held his daily routines with great discipline and repitition and hardly strayed to the new or unknown. To the adventurour, his life would seem dull. To Reinardo it was perfect. Ideal.
His days would begin early, putting the coffee on the stove, wrap a concha, and see to his daily hygiene. A kiss on his sleeping wife’s forehead would signal his departure. With coffee and pastry in hand he would venture from hs humble home to the docks. Every day the same. The only change to those mornings could b the weather. But the weather this day would offer no sign as to its significance.
Let us make clear that he did not set out on this day to alter his future. Reinardo was perfectly content with his life, as he should be. He had a kind wife, two well-fed children, and the fish were plentiful. Yet there, at the docks, is where his routine and the course of the rest of his life would be turned on its head.
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