Self Enlightenment While Diving in Fiji

We all understand the significance of agility to grow aout a compromise. He would dive, then return to
successful business. But how agile are we really andsnorkel with me. Although not much of a swimmer, I
how can agility in our personal life help us grow in ourwas a great flailer. I snorkeled in the shallows, where I
business life?A near-drowning experience when I wascould stand up when I tired from flailing or needed to
a child left me wary of swimming and totally unwillingadjust my mask. Yoga practice had prepared me for
to go deeper than snorkeling along the water's surfaceproper breathing and body control, and over time my
on a trip to Fiji.Before Tom and I went to Fiji, he hadconfidence grew. So did the quality of my flailing. To
already been scuba diving many times during thethis day my nephew calls me shark bait.Back to Fiji: I
preceding five years. I'd heard his fun stories, but Iwatched a young girl with a mental disability go out
knew he still occasionally experienced anxiety due to adoggedly every day learning to dive, while I stayed
long-ago diving incident. Tom, the daredevil, with all hissafely on the surface, afraid to leave my shallow
diving experience, having anxiety? That made it evencomfort zone for the deeper unknown. I wondered
harder for me to decide to go for it. The only way Iwho had the greater disability, she or I. Hers was real,
would venture out on the dive boat was with themine only imagined. Who was more agile?Every
promise to myself that I could choose not to go intoafternoon, Tom regaled me with stories of turtles,
the water.Upon arrival at the reef, the first thing thelionfish, hammerhead sharks and the vibrant coral he
dive master talked about was sharks. "This is theirsaw on his dives while I continued flailing about in the
world. They're in control. Don't approach or moveshallows. But each day I snorkeled into deeper and
toward them. Respect them. Respect their space."deeper water until finally, on day four of my vacation, I
Actually, sharks didn't scare me at all. I was too afraidbuilt up the confidence to approach the edge of a
of the water to worry about sharks. First I had to get300-foot wall. Looking into its depths I was suddenly no
into the water. Then I'd think about sharks.Severallonger content to observe from the surface. My
years earlier on Maui I had tried to learn to dive. Oncuriosity engaged, I longed to dive deep and envelope
that first attempt Tom, my 14-year-old nephew Mattmyself in the dark wonders below. I resolved to try
and I started our lessons in the pool. As soon as thediving again.My first dive was in a shallow bay. I clung
water closed over my face mask and I struggled withto the bottom, pulling up sand and sea grass at 15 feet
the weight of the tank and BCD vest that threateneddown. Easy. Being close to the bottom gave me
to drown me, I climbed out of the pool and didn't looksecurity and perspective, and the small success
back. Within the safety of the shore, I enjoyed aencouraged me to go for more.On the second dive I
massage instead. While they took to the ocean likedove longer and deeper to 25 feet. On my third dive,
fish, exploring coral reefs, shipwrecks and the limitlesswe boated to a sandy ledge that led to the 300-foot
variety of sea life, I clung to my beach chair with mywall I was ready to explore. The boat rocked on
self-help book.On later vacations Tom and I workedfive-foot swells.