Aug. 29, 2012
In the Deep Blue
I am on the boat with my family; myself, parents, brother and sister. Everything that I was taught up until this very moment I had to do on my own. Looking out into the deep, crystal clear ocean water, I know it was finally going to be the “make it or break it” point, the question I was asking myself was am I really doing this?, and thinking over and over again, I have always been deathly afraid of water. Scuba diving….the word running through my mind, all the possibilities of having issues with my air, with my partner, with myself.
The boat comes to a stop, drop the anchor, says the captain of the boat. My stomach just jumped into my throat, we are here, and I am really going to do this! I suit up, and then we all jump in for the dive. I keep looking at my regulator, making sure I was doing ok on air, I give the signal stating that I am doing ok. I look around, not much to see but a few fish and some coral. It all seems so beautiful, crystal clear, bright yellow and blue fish, pink corral wrapped in such gorgeous turquoise green seaweed, with all the beauty there was surely nothing I have to worry about. I notice that I am starting to breathe a bit heavily as I get closer and closer to the ocean floor. I make it down and looking around once again at all the gadgets I have attached to me, everything looks ok until I see how far down we were, 80 feet! I screech in my head. I knew if something happened I was for sure going to want to race to the top, but at the same time I have to keep myself calm so I wouldn’t. I know what the consequences were if I were to do such a thing. Knowing that a horrible pain through my ears and a bubble that could form under the skin from trying to go to the surface to quickly was what was keeping me at the bottom.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, as I look over I notice it’s my dad. He points off into the distance, and when I finally realize what he is...