My 'personal' fgs-of the day.
Brian (Ex-colleague), a small fella '4ft-ish' (Had to leave work because of a suspicious lump (Turned out - 2lb tumour) On his lower back) - He lived for pole-fishing (Catch & release) - Loathed hurting fish - So used 'playbait' (No hook, No harm).
His mum & dad (Both wheelchair-bound) Had arranged for him to visit 'Seaworld', in Florida (I think, Not sure.) He is from Wales and had never even been to England (75miles away) Let alone - Accross the 'pond' (Atlantic).
So - Off he headed (Unaware of his impending cancerous demise) to Heathrow airport - With his (Purchased) Thai-bride to-be 'Wengin ouflah' (Forgive spelling - Using phonetics).
Upon arriving in Florida he had a 'turn for the worse' His wife abandoned him in the everglades (A swampy place with alligators (Shortarse american - Would-be crocodiles) for a mexican businessfella... Not sure why...
Brian, although abandoned, dying, shorter than most labradors and alone in a strange and unfamiliar land - Plodded on with his holiday.
He made it to 'Seaworld' - Saw the imprisoned attractions - And disliked said event.
He detoured from his 'Holiday-construct' - Hired an RV (Big mobile Campervan-thingy) And headed out toward Texas (West-ish from Swampida) - This is when his heroic endeavours came to pass.
Apparently, He hit New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina - His RV broke down and was swept into the Mississippi delta-region - He was rescued 32 km out into the gulf, 12 days later - Clinging to an inflatable 'sex toy thingy'.
Not His - Just something he happened by that floated.
Along with 24 puerto rican chidren - He had managed to recover - Place in a dinghy, and supply them with fish meals he'd caught by acting as livebait for nearby (Barracudas (I think)) and catching them in his mouth.
He'd lost both his legs (I believe from the RV plunge - Unsure), Anyway He's dead Now - But 24 kiddies are Alive & well due to his, brave resolve.
Have a lovely day