A Parent’s Trust

In 2002, I became the CIC Officer for the USS Hurricane, a Patrol Coastal ship home ported in Coronado, CA. I had worked with the ship and her crew briefly at my previous command while we were deployed in the same operating area. At that time, she was part of the Navy Special Warfare Command, but when I got there she had taken on a new role: Maritime Homeland Security in support of Operation Noble Eagle. Our job was to patrol the west coast of the US and work to prevent terrorists from attacking vital assets like the San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station in SoCal, and submarines transiting Puget Sound in Washington State.

We deployed twice to Puget Sound that year, with an extra brief “surge” deployment to take part in and protect Fleet Week in Seattle. During one of those deployments, we made a short visit to Esquimalt, BC — an absolutely beautiful place.

As I did regularly, during the process of getting into port I read through the message traffic. One particular thing jumped out at me: a terrorist threat, possibly targeting a cruise ship in Seattle. Now I’ve read and followed a lot of intel reports without much extra concern, but this one was different. My parents were going on an Alaskan cruise soon, with plans to meet their ship in the area. I checked the records, and that was their ship.

My heart sank.

As soon as we pulled pierside, I did exactly what I knew not to do: I grabbed the nearest pay phone and called my parents. I knew I couldn’t give details, as what I read was classified and couldn’t be divulged (although the Coast Guard notified the area that there was a “potential terrorist threat”). I decided that at that moment, my parents’ lives were more of a concern to me than my career.

So I called, and my mom answered. And I asked her if she really wanted to go on that cruise, and if maybe there was another time she could go instead.

Her response? “Here, talk to your father.” I could tell by her tone that she understood.

So I talked to my dad. My ex-Navy, retired California Highway Patrolman, seen more action than I ever had (or would), dad. And he asked me one question.

“Are you working?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Then we’ll be okay. I trust you to do your job. Do you have good people you work with?”

I told him I did.

“Then we won’t worry. We trust you.”

Holy crap. Just thinking of that moment still brings tears to my eyes. My dad, the one who was supposed to protect me, was knowingly putting his and my mom’s lives in my hands.

We talked some more, chatted about nothing and everything, then said our goodbyes, perhaps for the last time.

We left Esquimalt a couple of days later, and went back on patrol. I read through all the intel reports I could find, but never heard any more about the threat. My parents went on their cruise and had a great time.

But I changed. I live life better. I’m not afraid to trust. I have a better relationship with my parents than I’ve ever had. And now and then, when I’m worried that what I do doesn’t matter much, I remember that people put their trust in me, and that means everything.


Deja Vu All Over Again

We’ve been driving around parts of Panama City the past week and a half during our off time, mostly around Albrook and Balboa areas.  It’s been weird knowing that I’ve been here before, but not really the same areas.

Until this past Saturday.100_2216

See, this is the first country, really the first city, I’ve been to as a civilian that I once spent time in while I was in the Navy.  I knew some of the area was familiar, but in that general “yeah, this seems familiar” kind of way.  Driving through a part of Balboa, it hit me:  I’ve been THERE before.  I recognized the little shopping area where I bought a hummingbird carved from a nut, and where I bought a painting that still hangs on our wall at home.  I even drove by (a couple of times now) the McDonalds that we all ate at, and that I ordered an “hamburgesa sin carne” (hamburger without meat, for a vegetarian friend).  I’m going to see the Panama Canal this coming Saturday as a tourist.  The last time I saw it, I was in the middle of it on “el barco blanco” – the USNS Stalwart (T-AGOS 1).

I am a changed man since I was here last, so my feelings aren’t coming back like I want to re-live those days, but man, it’s a strange feeling some time.  I’m glad I can remember some of the past and see the difference in my life now, and sometimes I’m glad that I don’t have memories of other things.  But the truth is, I have more than enough, and don’t always want the ones I have.

The main point is, this to me is proof that you can begin again.  I’m in the same place physically, but a totally different place spiritually.  I can have good memories and not get caught up in bad ones.  I can be thankful that I’ve had the opportunity to travel all over the world, serving my country in one life, and serving God in another.

Wonder what’ll come up next?  I’m excited to find out myself.