Swim To The Light!
Swim To The Light! In October 1917, an immigrant passenger ship bound from Italy to New York was caught in a violent Atlantic storm. Among the third-class passengers was a twenty-eight-year-old carpenter named Antonio Russo, traveling alone with his five-year-old daughter, Maria. Antonio’s wife had died in childbirth two years earlier. America was supposed to be their second beginning. A place where poverty loosened its grip. A place where Maria might grow up with choices her mother never had. At 2:00 a.m., the storm struck hard. Waves smashed across the deck. Water poured into the lower compartments where immigrant families slept. The ship began to list. Panic spread faster than the flooding. Antonio lifted Maria from their bunk and ran. By the time he reached the corridor, water was already waist-deep and rising fast. Passengers screamed, shoved, fell. Bodies pressed together, all of them fighting toward the same narrow stairways, the same shrinking chance at life. Antoni...