I was raised in a small town in Wales where everyone knew eachother, jobs were reasonably scarce so as I grew up I was practically forced to become a Postman as it was all that was available. After a few months of doing this job however I quickly became bored and felt like I could do something more with my life, delivering the post everyday felt like a waste when I could be out there helping people. My opportunity to do something good with my life soon came around as my childhood friend told me about a group of people who were going out to Africa to help young children who were without homes, food and in some cases even family. Without hesitation I agreed to go and found out we were leaving on a boat in 2 weeks time. Over the next 2 weeks I eagerly packed and bought things which could help me entertain the kids and also different types of sprays to keep away the insects. When the time finally came to leave I made my way to the docks where I found around 20 people including my friend each already making their way onto the boat to their rooms as I quickly follow them and merge with the croud. The atmosphere was amazing so much positivity and excitement in the air but unfortunatly that didn't last long, when we about half way there and in deep ocean a storm suddenly came out of nowhere and we became caught in the center of it. the next few minutes was a blur all I can remember was the boat started rocking side to side before I was thrown backwards into a lifeboat where I was knocked unconcious. The last thing I remember seeing before I feel unconcious was the lifeboat becoming detached from the ship moments before it capsized. As far as I know I was the only survivor.