When things get out of hand. April 2019

(My photograph of the North Sea, April 25th, 2019)

When things get out of hand, there is little one can do. That is the analogy. However when I was a kid of about three years old I lived in Bermuda and went to the beach all the time with my family. I was often playing in the water and one day a huge wave came and pulled me into the wave like a washing machine. My body moved violently from left to right and from up to down and mostly all of the four directions at the same time. Still, as a kid of three years old, I already knew instinctively to let-go. I had to let my body and my mind go. I knew, even as a little youngster, that I could not fight the tides, the waves and nature. So I let my body go limp and I stopped thinking about how I could get out of the situation – I have to 100% let go. I did not have the chance to think of hope, recovery or being saved at that moment. All I knew was that I needed to abandon preconceptions of how to fight and survive waves, tides and wakes in the ocean.

In the end of an excurciating couple of seconds, or minutes my body floated to the top of the Bermuda ocean and I lifted my head and I survived. I quickly brought myself to shore and rested. I have never forgotten that experience with water. Six years later when I moved to Malawi, Africa – I was put into swimming lessons (in a private school swimming pool in Hillview Primary School) and it is there that I learnt how to swim.

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