Florida Adventure Scouting, Fishing, and a Story of Freedom
A Weekend in Florida on the Water
This past weekend I spent a day at a house in Stiltsville, one of seven waterfront homes near Biscayne Bay in Florida. I was serving as an assistant scoutmaster for Troop 811 in Miami. The experience brought together nature, leadership, and community in a really meaningful way.
The troop had a great time. The boys spent the day fishing, swimming, and enjoying the water. In addition, the hosts were incredibly generous. They welcomed us into their home, shared their space, and even taught the group about a piece of Miami history connected to the waterfront.
A Strange Discovery at Sea
During the weekend, one of the fishing boats returned with something unexpected. The crew had found a small raft drifting in the water on Saturday afternoon.
At first glance, it looked abandoned. However, it carried a U.S. Coast Guard sticker marked “OK” with the date May 10, 2012. Because of that, we assumed the people on board had already been rescued and returned to Cuba.
The raft itself was simple but well put together. It had two foam supports on each side, a wooden platform, and a small sail. Inside, there were basic supplies like crackers, bread, and canned food. It resembled a small Hobie style catamaran, built for survival more than comfort.
Florida and Cuba A Personal Reflection
Seeing that raft brought back a powerful memory for me. It looked very similar to the one I once used when I left Cuba. In that moment, I found myself telling my story again and answering questions about what goes through your mind when you risk everything for freedom.
I left Cuba in 1994 when I was 24 years old. At that time, I was already convinced that the system I lived under was not the life I wanted. Because of that belief, I made the decision to leave the only way I could, by sea.
Choosing Freedom Over Fear
Looking back, it was not an easy decision. However, it was driven by one clear conviction, that freedom was worth the risk.
Someone asked me if I would do it again, knowing everything that happened afterward. My answer was simple, yes. I am a free man, and I will always choose freedom.
Life in Florida Today
Now, living in Florida, I often reflect on how far that journey brought me. Florida represents opportunity, community, and a second chance at life.
Because of that experience, moments like the one on the water this weekend feel deeply personal. They remind me not only of where I came from, but also of how fortunate I am today.
Gratitude for the Journey
We are all lucky to live in this country and have the freedom to build our own path. I am deeply grateful for that opportunity.
At the same time, experiences like this continue to remind me of the resilience it takes to start over and the value of never taking freedom for granted.
