BLESSING IN DISGUISE
When I was 15, some of my sailing classmates kicked off the summer by sailing the Figawi, New England’s legendary season-opening race held every Memorial Day weekend. A winding course between Hyannis and Nantucket, it was a seemingly epic voyage to a bunch of kids who had never sailed boats larger than 420s. My teammates, though, were quick to tell me that it was men-only. No girls allowed.
Yes, I know I should have found this suspicious and gotten a second opinion from someone who wasn’t a 15-year-old boy. But I was so embarrassed by the rejection that I never mentioned the Figawi to them again, and my hopes of sailing a “big boat” fell by the wayside. In fact, it was five years before it even occurred to me to look into it, and it would be another
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