Breathing. We take it for granted. Every 15 to 25 minutes air is drawn in and out – through our nose and mouth. Lungs expand to take in that precious air. As it travels, our lungs process air into oxygen, which is sent to our bloodstream, jump starting our cells – giving us energy.
Carbon dioxide, the wasteful byproduct – is pushed from our lungs once we exhale.
Nature’s dance to keep our cells and bodies in harmony. So simple.
Yet, I couldn’t do it.
John, my scuba instructor subtly gestured to me – indicating we meet at the bow side for a conference.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have enough time to finish the certification. I can’t certify you today in good conscience. Your airway control is erratic.. and well, you seem scared down there.”
My throat constricted. Fight or flight. Instinct prodded me to deny it. Me? Why… I’m cold, blue steel. A courageous woman who leaps first, asks questions later.
I gazed beyond the bow. Flints of sunlight skimmed the choppy waters rocking the hull viscously. The water was unmanageable that day, so was his searing honesty. Slicing to the bone.