I walked up the gangway one year ago today. Since then I have gathered many memories of the ship that I call home, of those who serve on her and those who are served by her. Lots of patients have come and gone and now we await more. The porthole has seen four countries and eight dock spaces since then. It has also been sprayed by three different oceans and seen the sun rise and set many times.
The view from the porthole today is sunny and glorious and there are children on the beach herding their cattle while their dads draw in the fishing nets. There is a football team playing lazily under the palm trees.