I heard a story one time of a ship’s captain who had a daily ritual of going to his bureau and reading a paper that he had stashed there. The crew were always curious what it was that was so important to him. Was it a special photo of a loved one? A word of inspiration? Finally, they had a chance to sneak a peek when the captain’s back was turned. The paper said: “Port is left.”
I heard a story one time of a ship’s captain who had a daily ritual of going to his bureau and reading a paper that he had stashed there. The crew were always curious what it was that was so important to him. Was it a special photo of a loved one? A word of inspiration? Finally, they had a chance to sneak a peek when the captain’s back was turned. The paper said: “Port is left.”