Rescued after lost at sea for 46 days

There is an incredible survival story worth noticing in this article entitled "Ignored at sea then found." It tells the story of a young man with his uncle and a friend got caught in a storm in the central Pacific Ocean and are lost at sea for 46 days before being finally rescued. Here, in essense, is what happened:

In their "tinnie" they survive by catching birds, turtles and even a shark with their bare hands. For drinking water they do their best to follow rain clouds and capture raindrops.

After nearly seven weeks of this and being ignored by “about six ships” the trio are finally rescued by a New Zealand ship.

The story is actually two years old. As much as it is worth recounting, may be because they were just some ordinary people, it took two years before some reporter is willing to hear what had happened to them. Nevertheless it is hard for any one to imagine what they went through. For instance, they needed rain, but the rain can overstay its welcome:

“You pray for rain, but when rain turned up and you filled up all your containers that was when you wished it would go away because it had been raining for two days and it was freezing cold and you cant stand it anymore, it was always up and down."

It is also hard to believe that some ship saw them but decided just left them there without trying to rescue them:

“You have plenty of hope, our first Sunday we saw a ship and it was coming straight for us and that’s when we thought ‘this is it, it’s over we are finally going to get rescued’ because it was coming straight for us then they just decided to go on a different angle and didn’t want to rescue us."

Of course drifting in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, it would be almost inevitable they will encounter a freaque wave:

"It got pretty bad towards the end. A giant freak wave just came, it smashed on us so we were pretty much just floating in the water for two and half days . . ."

"In the water for two and a half days is when things got really bad, we couldn’t move much and our body was cramped. We found it really hard to breathe because we only had our heads sticking out of the water. We still had the boat but we couldn’t get the water out of the boat, it was pretty hard to bail it out because my Uncle is a diabetic and he came to that point where he just couldn’t move, we tried to give him one of our petrol containers to hold on to it like a floatie but he didn’t have the energy so we just thought we would just sit in this boat. The boat didn’t sink because it had floaties in the bottom of it so we just sat in it like a swimming pool; every wave that came you closed your eyes and held your breath."

Surviving all the ordeals, it's a happy ending at last, thank God:

". . . luckily a ship from New Zealand came straight for us and saved us."

I guess that's the best part of the whole story. Therein it's also setting forth the astonishing resilience God endowed us human beings for survival. But that's not always so apparent.