I know a lot about being water-wise as a professional and a survivor and want to share two stories with you. When I was 3 years old, I was at Long Beach, NC with my family enjoying the waves and playing in the ocean. The high tide was coming in and waves were getting stronger. While in the surf a wave overtook me, and I remember tumbling towards the beach. Still submerged, I then felt the current pulling me out towards the ocean. My mom couldn’t swim and began to panic. As she was frantically searching the surface of the water, she felt me bump into her leg. She reached down and pulled me to safety. She carried me to the beach and we both were relieved to be back on dry land. It took me many years to get over my fear of water, which no one would believe today. I remember taking countless swimming lessons and being one of the oldest in those classes. My brother learned how to swim before he was 5 years old. I struggled until I was 12 with just getting the basics.
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