“I work on cargo ships. I’m usually at sea for nine months at a time, but sometimes it can go past a year. My last trip was 25 months. It’s tough out there. You’re so far from your family. It’s been easier since we got Internet last year. But before that you could only make phone calls when you got to a port. And you’d only get a letter once every two months. My mother died during a recent trip and I couldn’t even go home for the funeral. She was fine when I left, but somewhere off the coast of South Africa, the captain came into the engine room and told me she’d passed away. I was so weak I couldn’t work. The other guys volunteered to take over my shifts. Everyone chipped in some money and gave me a gift. We do that every time someone loses a family member. Your crew mates are all you have out there. All of us are going through the same thing. And if you don’t share your problems, you’ll go crazy.” (Manila, Philippines)

@lydpn funny you should tag me as I almost shared it. I meet a lot of men like him. They remind me how lucky I am!
********* thanks for sharing, love. hope you get to spend more time with him now! ❤️
So sweet of his crew mates to help him😘😍
This hit hard!
This breaks my heart. My father works on cargo ships, too. Even if it pays well (at least for us Filipinos), it’s never enough to pay for a family of 6. Add loans/debts to that because sometimes the money doesn’t come in at the scheduled date. So when my father gets home, he can’t take a vacation because he has to start training for the next job again (he has to pay a lot of money for the training and medical expenses too). Sometimes, there are no ships available at the agency so he has to look for another agency, which is difficult. It also gets harder as he grows older because agencies prefer hiring younger men. Before he left again this year, an agency promised to promote him as Captain. They told him to /immediately/ arrange his ********** He even paid some cash to hurry the processing. But after 4 months, they’re still telling him to wait. We were going hungry and my mother had to borrow money from people again. Luckily, a previous agency called and said they needed another man on board, but for a lower rank. He had no choice. He took the job for us. I haven’t heard from him in a while because they have bad internet service overseas. But the last time we did, he said they’re in Russia and he was very cold. It’s very sad imagining him there, lonely and away from warmth. We all miss him.
Ein echt Gespenst auch ********* hats zu sein
I’m sorry for your loss.
@jumokea Without that job, he may only have a life of poverty to look forward to. I grew up in Saudi Arabia and have firsthand seen migrant workers from India, ********* Bangladesh and Nepal take jobs that paid peanuts, had ********* work conditions that were almost - if not entirely - similar to slavery, and allowed them to save enough to visit their families once every 2-3 years. These are the people that build ************ football stadiums, work at sewage ********* plants, oil fields and ******** rigs, descend into mines and tons of high-risk jobs. It’s not ideal, of course, but their alternative is, if you can imagine it, much worse. Quality family time becomes an idealistic fantasy when these people are born into a special breed of poverty where ‘at least I’m not dead’ is all the reward they seek.
Strong man💪
God bless.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
So much respect for seafarers