Dear Journal,
I have learned that strong leaders must make big decisions.
The first decision I made was when my crew and I, on our journey back to Ithaca, had to pass by the Scylla and the Charybdis. I could not avoid either. I had to make a quick decision of whether to go through the Scylla or the Charybdis. I knew that going either way would lead to casualty and death. In the end, I chose the Scylla, rather a six headed monster than a bottomless whirlpool. If we sailed into the Charybdis there would be no survivors, she would swallow us whole. At least with the Scylla some of my crew and I would survive.
My second one was whether or not to dock in the island of Lord Helios. My crew wanted to rest there but I was outnumbered. Instead of insisting my case, I agreed with them on one condition: they could not kill the cattle of Lord Helios. For Circe, the sorceress, foretold the death of my crew and I, if we killed the cattle of Lord Helios. However, while I slept, my crew did not follow my conditions. They killed the cattle.
I knew the gods must be mad at us. Zeus proved it by sending down a bolt that destroyed our ship. We were cast back into the ocean. I could not see where my crew was, but I was able to pass the Scylla and the Charybdis without them seeing me.
I was shipwrecked on the island of Calypso. I did not know for how long I was there. My crew was dead, I knew it was because they did not follow my orders but somehow I felt that it was my fault at the fate that had befallen them.
Somehow one of the gods brought me to the Phoenician villages where I told the king of my rough journey and the tragic fate of my crew.
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