My chest hurts.
My lungs yearn for air.
And I just…
I don’t want to do this.
It was a stupid idea.
I don’t know why I thought there was a possibility of it working.
It was naive to even consider it.
And now I’ve reached my limits and all I want to do is to get out.”
“It’s ok.” she said.
“You’ve got this.
You’re going to be perfectly ok.
All you’re going to do is hold onto the board..yes?
Arms stretched out in front of you, put your face in the water…..blow the bubbles out…. then turn your head to the side and breathe in.
That’s all there is to it.
Are you ready?”
The bikini clad woman looked at the foam board.
“But what about the deep end? she asked nervously.
“What happens when I get to the deep end of the pool?
What if I can’t breathe?
And I stop?
I can’t swim….
…..I’m going to drown….”
The woman looked at the lady who was soul searching and spoke calmly.
“You’re not going to drown.
Just keep swimming…. off you go now….you’re going to be perfectly ok.”
The woman turned her back on the lady and began speaking to the next swimmer in line as the bikini babe bit her bottom lip, and made a decision.
“This was a stupid idea” she said. “I don’t want to learn to swim.” She took her swimming fins off and got out of the pool, and the woman watched her walk away.
“What a great opportunity” she thought.
“I’ve always wanted to learn how to swim, and now I have a chance to live out my dream and follow my heart.”
With outstretched arms, she made her way into the deep end.
Everything would be