⋯
You've reached franks fishing and dental, is it good?" I asked. "Yes. No you haven't. It sucks." Well, what do I do now, then, do I swim? Can I walk to the shore? As I walked, the waves began to change as I tried to catch a break. I would be left with only one view of the water. I had a choice. I could try swimming in the deep for a few minutes and try running, and just drown. Of course I could. But as I continued to run, the waves began to stop, so I reached out to try a different water. I could see water coming out of the depths, up to the top of the pier. It would be too shallow for me to see much of what was underwater. As I finally reached the top, I could see water slowly turning as though it were floating. The water was beautiful and it seemed like it had some kind of life in it. It was really beautiful. There was a feeling around me the entire time that I needed to swim back out, and I felt like I could drown.
My next encounter happened a month and a half after the second wave. It went on for days. I never met anyone that was willing to swim and I did no other things. Even after a year I couldn't feel water for swimming. I was so scared and scared I couldn't swim.
