Seconds after my daughter was born I held her in my arms and made promises to her. I would always love her, and protect her and look out for her and foster her dreams so that she could have a full life, guided by her passions. It may have been the anesthesia talking. I know that I will encourage her dreams, foster her spirit and support her aspirations only if they do not include solo trips around the world in a boat. Because the hours last Thursday that Abby Sunderland was missing, the time that the news media was reporting that she was not in contact with anyone and presumed in trouble, I came close to developing an ulcer.