The resort pool...me and a staff member...and me again |
Cape Richards, Hinchinbrook Island, looking down upon Orchid Beach |
Aerial view of Orchid Beach and Cape Richards to the right |
Below is a happy tale of uplifting moments during my
life on Hinchinbrook Island. Forgive me
(or not) if I’ve told this story before.
Air Whitsundays’ Grumman Mallard flew guests to the island, departing from Townsville airport and landing in the waters off to the left of the island jetty.
Air Whitsundays’ Grumman Mallard flew guests to the island, departing from Townsville airport and landing in the waters off to the left of the island jetty.
More often
than not, the guests alighted from the door at the rear of the aircraft, wide-eyed. Always there to greet them was a couple of my
staff members and me.
One or two of us protected the resort’s motored punt
from the Mallard’s fuselage, as we assisted the new arrivals (and their
luggage) from the seaplane onto the punt. Depending on the seas on any given
day, the chore could, at times, be quite an effort.
The Grumman Mallard was an amphibian aircraft – meaning it could take off and land on both land and water - a flying boat with wheels. It was a cumbersome old aircraft, but so very beautiful, with an interesting history attached.
The Grumman Mallard was first produced in 1946. Only 59 were built. It was rumoured this particular aircraft was once owned by the Aga Khan.
As mentioned in previous posts, I loved flying in the old girl.
***The punt, in reality, belonged to AIMS.... The Australian Institute of Marine Science... Australia’s tropical marine research agency. The headquarters are based at Cape Ferguson, about 50km from Townsville. It’s an international landmark in tropical marine science, adjacent to the centre of the Great Barrier Reef, and surrounded by a 207 hectare national park and marine reserve. Because we allowed AIMS to moor their punt at the resort’s jetty, AIMS allowed us use of the punt....quid pro quo...
Upon landing on the ocean, water leaked...dripped...through
the top of the plane into the cabin. This, of course, caused a certain amount
of consternation to the passengers.
It
was of no concern. It was never going to sink.
One story we often told the guests after they’d
settled in to the island way of life, while they enjoyed a drink around the
bar, was about an elderly lady who boarded the Grumman Mallard at Townsville
airport, only to land on the waters off Hinchinbrook. No one had thought to
explain to her this would happen. On the verge of a heart attack or nervous
break-down, or both, she downed a bottle of Scotch before being taken to her
cabin!
One sunny day, a new group of eager, albeit stressed, guests arrived.
One sunny day, a new group of eager, albeit stressed, guests arrived.
Among them was a reserved, shy, bearded young man of
around 36 years of age.
Standing apart,
he placed himself at the outer rim of the guests circling the bar the first
evening, preferring to watch, listen and appreciate, but not partake in the
merriment.
On the second evening of his stay, prior to dinner, I joined him at
the end of the bar, subtly and gently coaxing him to converse. His speech was slightly
impaired. Quietly, he and I, uninterrupted by others, spoke at length.
After a while, he relaxed. Richard was his name.
Richard told me about the past eighteen months of
his life.
He had suffered a stroke.
The stroke was the reason he grew his beard. He used it as a disguise to cover the disfigurement
to one side of his face.
Richard was a lawyer, visiting the resort on
Hinchinbrook Island, from Sydney, New South Wales.
He described to me the shock he’d felt from having
suffered a stroke at such a young age.
Richard told me he found the hardest part to cope
with after his stroke was looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person
staring back at him. He had to learn how
to speak and eat again.
For some time after the stroke it was necessary for
him to use a straw to drink, and to eat.
His food had to be pureed, turning his meals into soup, because he
couldn’t chew food.
His holiday to the island was his form of therapy to
get his life back on track.
His reticence in joining the other guests was from
his lack of confidence in himself and his appearance.
I assured Richard there was little wrong with his
speech - that he was easily understood. It was only when he drew attention to
it did others really notice any impairment.
I also assured him, what he called his ‘disfigurement’,
was hardly discernible; and that anyone who was worth their salt wouldn’t care,
anyway. If anyone did care, then they
were not worthy of the generosity of his company and time. One side of his face...around the corner of
his mouth drooped a little. His beard
hid that part of his face.
That night I was to dine with some of the guests. I insisted Richard join us. I told him I would make it worth his while, by coercing
and tempting him with a bottle or two of Henschke’s “Hill of Grace”. It worked!
Those of you who know your Australian red wines will
know that “Hill of Grace” is almost on par to Penfolds Grange Hermitage. In those days on the island I always kept a
case of “Hill of Grace” ‘out the back’ for special guests and moments. I
believed this was one of those moments. Richard
was a special guest. He was a special
fellow.
Things happened spontaneously at the resort. Spontaneous is always best, in my opinion.
Things happened spontaneously at the resort. Spontaneous is always best, in my opinion.
On the Sunday night of Richard’s holiday, everyone
was in a very happy, partying mood. A celebration broke out amongst the guests
and the staff.
I raced over to my little house at the base of Cape
Richards, to collect more cassettes to add to those in the restaurant's stock.
Everyone was laughing, talking and dancing together.
Again, Richard hovered around the outskirts of the
group. Taking a couple of my staff aside, I asked them to go to the laundry
room taking the guests with them. Their
orders for the evening were to have the guests dress in togas created from the seldom
used, older, floral bed sheets.
Without hesitation, or further prompting, with
bubbling hilarity, the guests followed my staff’s lead.
Soon, they all reappeared. In no time at all a ‘toga party’ was under way.
Soon, they all reappeared. In no time at all a ‘toga party’ was under way.
I grabbed a spare sheet, threw it at Richard, who
had no other choice than to wrap it around his body, over the clothes he was
wearing.
Ignoring his protests, I clutched his arm and
dragged him over to the rest of the dancing party. His protests were quickly
drowned out by the singing, dancing, laughing group of people.
Before too long, he forgot his reserve, his shyness
and any affliction he ‘thought’ he had.
The other guests took him under their wings. Tossing
his inhibitions aside, he ended up high-kicking higher than the rest of them!
Someone led the merry group out onto the deck
surrounding the swimming pool. Of
course, soon thereafter everyone was in the pool.
It was a wonderful, happy, unexpected harmless
evening, one that re-affirmed the greatness of people; the generosity of their
spirit. It was an evening that restored
the joy of life to one young man.
The day arrived for Richard’s departure. He had spent seven days and nights on the island. His looming departure was an emotional time. My staff, other guests and I were sad to see him leave, but happy knowing we had made a difference.
The day arrived for Richard’s departure. He had spent seven days and nights on the island. His looming departure was an emotional time. My staff, other guests and I were sad to see him leave, but happy knowing we had made a difference.
Bidding him farewell at the end of the jetty as he
boarded the punt, tears filled my eyes, and flooded, unashamedly, down my cheeks.
Richard asked if he could take a photograph of me.
I replied, “Sure…as long as I can take one of you!”
Simultaneously, we took one of each other - taking
one of each other!
The photograph remains among my cherished Hinchinbrook
Island memorabilia.
About two weeks after Richard’s return to Sydney and the “real world”, I received a letter from him.
About two weeks after Richard’s return to Sydney and the “real world”, I received a letter from him.
In it he expressed how he felt renewed and rejuvenated in
a way that no amount of professional therapy could have made him feel. He wrote he was now ready to face life with
confidence. Richard thanked my staff and me on for helping him. Without us, he
said, he would still be battling the demons that had been hounding him since the
stroke.
Tears again fell freely as I read his letter, but I felt
proud, not only for what he felt we had done, but at having the opportunity of
knowing Richard. His presence had had a positive affect on us, too.
Meeting him and having spent
the time with him was one of my life’s bonuses.
I often wonder how his life progressed after his
holiday on the island. I wish him well,
wherever he may be. I hope whatever path
he chose to trod, it led him to happiness, love and peace.
*** I have no idea why this section insists on being a larger font...I've tried a million times (slight exaggeration) to make it consistent with the rest of the text...but to no avail....)
Strokes are another of the illnesses which hit where it suits. I am glad you were able to help Richard.
ReplyDeleteYes, EC...they don't discriminate.
DeleteIt was a two-way street...Richard help all of us who were present during his stay at the resort.
Thanks for coming by. :)
That is sad to suffer a stroke at that age but how good were you to be part of his mental recovery. If a stroke is really severe, young people can end up in a nursing home, which is hardly ideal. The island sounds like it was a favourite period in your life.
ReplyDeleteHi Andrew....Richard needed moral support...and he received it from everyone around him at the resort. He left renewed...and it was wonderful to have been able to witness that.
DeleteI never expected to hear from him...his letter was inspirational...in every way.
Thanks for coming by. :)
The amphibian aircraft sounds interesting. Orchid Beach looks wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThe story about Richard is a very positive one with a happy end for both him and you.
Hi DUTA...the old Grumman Mallard was a great old plane. I always felt honoured to fly in her...and flying low over the magnificent Hinchinbrook Island was something I always enjoyed.
DeletePositive stories are good...there should be more of them. :)
Thanks for coming by. :)
This is very much a feel-good story and I'm glad Richard was able to enjoy his therapy holiday.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, River. As each day passed, the change in Richard's demeanour became obvious. It was great to have been able to witness it.
DeleteThanks for coming by. :)
Thanks for your visit to my blog and I am so happpy to have returned the visit and find this heart-warming story! I shall return.
ReplyDeleteHi Tabor, You're welcome. And thanks for your visit, too, and comment. :)
DeleteI love a good story, there is a man at the flea market that was very young and he had a stroke and the left side of his body is barely functions, sad, the other day we drove by the lake and saw a seaplane land, we were quite surprised. never been on one
ReplyDeleteHello, Linda.....That is sad about that young fellow you describe.
DeleteSeaplanes are great to fly in, Linda. We used to have the little Beavers come to the island as well...and I loved going up in them, too.
Thanks for coming...keep your chin up...you're in my thoughts. :)
It is a shame that your contact with Richard ended with that letter.
ReplyDeleteOh, life goes on, Arleen...
DeleteHopefully, Richard had a successful career and life after his return to Sydney...He was a guest at the resort...one that made and left an impression. Even though he arrived lacking confidence in himself...he found something within himself that her previously probably didn't know existed; something which I am sure lifted him and carried him through. An inner strength that helped him conquer further hurdles that came his way.
Thanks for coming by. :)
What a wonderful story. It brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteHey Sandra...it was something quite wonderful...a special moment in life.
DeleteThanks for coming by. :)
Loved the shots of the aircraft!
ReplyDeleteGood story!
Thanks, Weekend-Windup. :)
DeleteThat was a very heart-warming story of considerable personal significance (not because I've had a stroke but because friends have).
ReplyDeleteG'day,Graham...the reality was very heart-warming for me, too.
DeleteThat week when Richard was a guest at the resort was a special time, and one I've never forgotten even though it occurred 32 years ago now. (Boy! Time certainly does fly...I must be having a lot of fun that I'm not aware of!) :)
Witnessing the change unfolding...sensing Richard regaining some of his confidence...regaining himself again...was similar to watching a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.
Thanks for coming by. :)
What a wonderful, beautiful story, Lee. How wonderful of your staff and yourself to have made such a difference in Richard's life. I am sure he will never forget it in his lifetime and will have passed on goodness and graciousness to others in his life. I love your memories of your island.
ReplyDeleteHi Peace Thyme...my staff were great. We lived and worked in a beautiful area, and to be able to share it with others we were fortunate, and hopefully, never lost sight of that.
DeleteRichard's visit gave us all so much....
Thanks for coming by. :)
Hope you and the critters are enjoying your weekend to the max.
ReplyDeleteWe are having a chilly one, Sandra...with long, long nights...but snuggled up keeping warm..together. Wimbledon has been holding my attention...
DeleteI hope you have a great weekend, too...thank you. :)
Hi it always interests me to read of other stroke victims and their injuries. It makes me realise how bad mine is. It’s bad.
ReplyDeleteHey there, Terry...You certainly have been dealt a bad hand, and it is impossible for another to imagine what you have to go through...suffer...every moment of every day.
DeleteBut you are an intelligent man...a very intelligent man with a strong spirit and will.
Thanks for coming by. Take good care. :)
Christ Almighty! Reading this has brought tears to my eyes too. You were and are such a kind woman Lee - but not in a soppy "there there" kind of way. Your approach is realistic and active. You want to make a difference and I feel you really did make a difference to Richard. You re-ignited his life and helped him to live again. Thank you for sharing this story.
ReplyDeleteG'day, Yorkie. The resort...the island...had such a fun, relaxed atmosphere....it was contagious, and it was a healthy atmosphere from which no one escaped. And, very soon after their arrival, the guests caught the bug. :)
DeleteThanks for coming by. :)
Such a wonderful story, many thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
You are welcome, Jan...thanks for coming by. :)
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