
A navigator once sailed seas where compasses failed. Storms twisted the needles, maps blurred in salt spray, and reason whispered, Turn back. Yet the sailor pressed on, steering always by a single star his mother had once shown him: “That one never leaves you, no matter how lost you feel.”
When his crew begged for calculations, he offered none. When they cursed his stubbornness, he only raised his eyes. Weeks later, land rose on the horizon—just where the star had promised.
The crew kissed the soil, but the sailor kissed the sky. He knew it wasn’t his cleverness that saved them, but his willingness to trust something greater than himself.
“Wisdom can be drowned by waves, but faith rides above them.”


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