A pilot for the National Geographic show Wicked Tuna died in a boating accident.On Sunday night, Charlie Griffin was boating with a friend in the Outer Banks of North Carolina when he went missing.According to the Coast Guard, two boaters who left Virginia Beach were late getting to Wanchese, North Carolina,
where their boat needed repairs on Sunday night at 11 p.m. According to a Coast Guard spokesperson to The Virginian-Pilot, they hadn’t been seen or heard from since 6:15 that night.
Coast Guard members and local first responders found the empty boat on Monday. They went inside and found Griffin and his dog’s bodies.Officials are still looking for the second person who was supposed to be on the trip as of Monday evening.A heartbreaking post on Griffin’s Facebook page, Reels of Fortune, confirmed that he had died.A photo of Griffin smiling and getting some sun was posted with the words, “It is with the deepest sadness that we report that Charlie Griffin and his beloved dog, Leila, have died in a boating accident today.”“Please keep family and friends in your thoughts and prayers.”Griffin started working as an actor in North Carolina in Season 2 of Wicked Tuna and stayed until Season 5.The ongoing reality TV show on National Geographic follows experienced fishermen who make a living by catching huge fish that can be worth tens of thousands of dollars.
At the end of the season, the fisherman who did the best is called the winner, which guarantees them bragging rights for life.The fourth season ended with Griffin winning.Celebrity fans shared their condolences and heartbreak over the terrible news on social media.A fan wrote, “One of my all-time favorite guys.”“Rest easy Griff.”Others said, “This is very sad for all show fans.”“He will forever be one of my favorites.”Some fans shared a heartbreaking picture of Charlie and Leila that they said they met last summer on a boat ride.“Charlie was very knowledgable and friendly, a great captain,” a fan wrote.
Lisa, Leila was a great dog. Familie and friends of him are in our thoughts and prayers.An organization that supports commercial fishermen called NC Watermen United also said that Griffin was “well loved and will be missed by many.”An organization said in a statement, “We will always be grateful for the difference he made in our lives.”
Single Father of Two Daughters Wakes Up to Make Breakfast, Discovers It’s Already Prepared
As a single dad juggling work and two young daughters, Jack never expected to find a stranger’s homemade pancakes on his kitchen table one morning. When he discovers the mysterious benefactor, her shocking story of hardship and gratitude changes his life forever, forging an unexpected bond between them.
Being a single dad to two little girls, Emma, who was 4, and Lily, who was 5, was the hardest job I ever had. My wife left us to travel the world, and now it was just me and the girls. I loved them more than anything, but balancing work, cooking, and taking care of everything at home left me exhausted.
Every morning, I woke up early. First, I went to wake the girls.
“Emma, Lily, time to get up!” I called softly, opening their bedroom door.
Lily rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Daddy,” she said, yawning.
Emma, still half asleep, mumbled, “I don’t want to get up.”
I smiled. “Come on, sweetie. We have to get ready for daycare.”
I helped them get dressed. Lily picked her favorite dress, the one with the flowers, while Emma chose her pink shirt and jeans. Once they were dressed, we all headed downstairs.
I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The plan was simple: oatmeal with milk. But when I entered the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. There, on the table, were three plates of freshly made pancakes with jam and fruit.
“Girls, did you see this?” I asked, puzzled.
Lily’s eyes widened. “Wow, pancakes! Did you make them, Daddy?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t. Maybe Aunt Sarah stopped by early.”
I picked up my phone and called my sister, Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah, did you come by this morning?” I asked as soon as she picked up.
“No, why?” Sarah sounded confused.
“Never mind, it’s nothing,” I said, hanging up. I checked the doors and windows, but everything was locked. There was no sign of anyone breaking in.
“Is it safe to eat, Daddy?” Emma asked, looking at the pancakes with big eyes.
I decided to taste them first. They were delicious and seemed perfectly fine. “I think it’s okay. Let’s eat,” I said.
The girls cheered and dug into their breakfast. I couldn’t stop thinking about who could have made the pancakes. It was strange, but I decided to let it go for now. I had to get to work.
After breakfast, I dropped Emma and Lily off at daycare. “Have a good day, my loves,” I said, kissing them goodbye.
At work, I couldn’t focus. My mind kept going back to the mysterious pancakes. Who could have done it? Why? When I returned home that evening, I got another surprise. The lawn, which I hadn’t had time to mow, was neatly cut.
I stood in my yard, scratching my head. “This is getting weird,” I muttered to myself. I checked the house again, but everything was in order.
The next morning, I decided to find out who was helping me. I got up earlier than usual and hid in the kitchen, peeking through a small gap in the door. At 6 a.m., I saw a woman climb in through the window.
She was wearing old postal worker clothes. I watched as she started washing the dishes from the night before. She then pulled out some cottage cheese from her bag and began making pancakes.
My stomach growled loudly. The woman turned around, startled. She quickly turned off the gas and ran towards the window.
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