Being in a non-stop, round the world solo sailing race gives a person time to think, and to be thought.

Bernarc Moitessier was ahead in the Golden Globe, an England-to-England round the world alone yacht race. He was at the bottom of the Atlantic. He just needed to turn up toward England and probably win.

He used a slingshot to send a note to the deck of a passer freighter to say that he had stopped racing.

He kept sailing. He sailed to the Pacific and sailed among islands there for seven more months, but he stopped racing.

He had had a strong idea come to him that he needed to work on having fruit trees planted in public parks. Public shared land had to be used to grew the food and beauty combination that is a fruit tree.

That idea hasn't exactly swept the world, and yet. . .

I couldn't remember his name and did a web search for "round the world solo sailing race fruit trees" and there he was.

The story lasts. The story may eventually have more effects in terms of fruit trees than it's having right now. With or without trees in public parks, it says you can moved to winning at a very well-defined story like a race, to moving in the great mushy world and trying to make a new kind of story real.