Manolin
The Boy with Faith in the Old Man
I carry the lines, the faith, and the coffee.
They took me off his boat after eighty-four days with no fish, but they can’t take my heart from it. I bring him food, I listen, I remember. I know what the others say, but I’ve seen what he can do. I’ve watched him read the water like a psalm. The sea tests men like him—it doesn’t break them.
What I'm Into: coffee at dawn, Santiago's stories, baseball, the Gulf Stream, old harpoons
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