One of the things I have been long embarrassed and ashamed about was that I couldn’t swim.
I don’t think I’m afraid of the water as so much as I don’t know how to effectively move about it.
It’s one of those things that seems so natural to those who can, and so awkward and downright seemingly impossible to those of us who cannot. Well, as a result of the generosity of a friend, I believe by Christmas I will stroke my way from the ranks of the “have nots (knowing how to swim).
And best of all, I plan to take you along with me on the journey. Will I make it, or will my ambition just sink like a ton of goggles? Time will only tell.
Before I get started, I have a question for you: Do you have any tips or suggestions to make my experience as favorable and successful as possible?
I’m so happy that you will be doing this! While I am certainly not an expert swimmer by any means, I do find water to be very relaxing. I would love for you to view swimming not with trepidation, but rather with a desire to take a few moments for yourself. My only advice would be to stay calm and remember that you can do anything you set your mind to, Jamie!
I’m so proud that I will no longer have to introduce you at social events as “This is my friend Jamie. He can’t swim. Yeah, just like a giraffe. I know…it’s pretty lame.”
Thanks, Nance… you’re too sweet.
And Mike, we really need to get on that giraffe study. Every moment we wait, another innocent creature risks death.