Being a person who believes in miracles as I do, I knew it could happen. I just had no idea how. Then came that fateful day – Thursday, September 19th. There was practically no wind on the Bay, nine knots to be exact. It was painful to watch the boats go around the first mark as they were moving at a snail’s pace. Then the Kiwis turned things up and went out ahead of Oracle Team USA. At one point they were up by 2:30 minutes but needed to complete the course in the 40 minutes allotted. With no wind, they couldn’t do it and the race was abandoned. It was crazy. The winds that were defeating the American team in the beginning, saved them in the end. Oracle Team USA would win the second race of the day and trailed 8-3.
The weather continued to play havoc on the sailing races and the teams would head out after the storms vacated the area only to be told the races couldn’t be held because of time restrictions. It was a crazy scenario and Team New Zealand must have been wondering what they needed to do to capture that final victory. Little by little, Oracle Team USA battled back.
On Sunday, the 22nd I prepared to head to Baltimore, Maryland for the three-day retreat with my book coach and those in my writing circle. I was looking forward to meeting my fellow writers and also visiting my family who I hadn’t seen in three years. My flight left early in the morning and I connected with two fellow Bay Area writers on the flight. It was great to travel together and chat about our book projects.
Back in San Francisco, races 14 and 15 took place on the Bay for the 34th America’s Cup and it would be Oracle Team USA winning both and staying alive in the prestigious regatta. It was incredible to hear the news when our flight landed in Baltimore, and I knew the miracle I had prayed for could indeed happen.