After graduating from college, I spent an idyllic summer living and working with friends along the seashore outside of Boston where I grew up. It was wonderful. I didn’t want it to end. So I decided to pursue a dream and move to a tropical island. I literally had no idea what I was doing, but after a bit of research, I bought a one-way plane ticket and flew to St. Croix in the US Virgin Islands. The island’s slogan was “American Paradise,” and that it was. My first job was running the water sports concession at a little beach resort, and I was having a grand time.
Then one day my life changed unexpectedly when I met two flight attendants who had just arrived at the resort.