I was once on the island of Ko Ri, free-diving in the Andaman Sea. I felt terribly ill, stung by a lionfish. I was dehydrated, in excruciating pain. I had lost all sense of time and place. I was completely disoriented. But I knew I was dying, so I readied myself for it. And in that moment, at death’s door, I looked up and standing over me in the brightness was this landless Moken sea gypsy, just standing there, smiling. She and her tribe nursed me back to health, good as new. And when I left the island… she kissed me. It was like a burst of sunlight on my cheek. It was…

It made nearly dying well worth it. That’s how I feel now.