Dear GeezerBob, I hope this is what you are looking for:
I was a merchant seaman when I was 16. Public image of merchant marines is hardened society rejects. My roommate was recently released from prision and said that if he were not at sea, he’d end up back in prison. In addition, there were others from a variety of backgrounds. In port they drank heavily, fought freely, and other things I’ll leave to imaginations. From these men, I learned thue friendship. I found myself deathly ill in Jordan. The captain said I was lying. A doctor recommended I return stateside for treatment. I was really afraid and honestly thought that I would die. The crew, hardly what most of us consider selfless men, stayed by my side every minute. They refused to do any work, even cook, unless the captain followed the doctors advise and sent me home for treatment. Thus these men, whom most consider selfish hethens, essentially risked the only life they knew for me. They mutinied, and chanced severe punishment as well as job loss! They taught me to think of others first and to due the right thing even if it cost my livelihood!
Love & joy in Christ,