I prayed on a Sea-Doo. Just put a woman on the back of a jet ski, with a reckless husband driving full throttle, and you’ll see a woman who’ll surely add some pray to her day! We’re in the with my son Mike, his girlfriend Leslie and her parents Doug and Kathy. Mike lives here on the island and he sent us an invitation to come and visit this week with a mysterious imperative: “it is very important to me that you come, Leslie’s parents will be here.” Of course, like any Jewish mother— I jump to conclusions and figure my baby is getting married. The biggest surprise over the weekend was that there was no surprise. Oh well, maybe in the fall.Back to the spiritual experience. It’s an amazing rush to be on the ocean and looking out at nothing but blue skies and green water. Along with feeling the wind in my hair, I was terrified for the first few moments when we cruised along at 50 mph. I was praying for my safety, (purposely excluding David, because he was the one sea-dooing way too fast) and I paused to give thanks for being able to have this experience. I then noticed the guide motioning us to slow down. We were nearing . In the middle of the Caribbean, off the coast of Grand Cayman is a magnificent sand bar. We got off our vehicles and were able to stand in the water and play with the large and very friendly fishes, who ate our squid offerings and gave us kisses with their mouths and back rubs with their large fins. Like seeing a rainbow after a storm— it was a miracle. Read next feature >