Yes I can
Desperately seeking another job, I blurted out: Yes I can, when asked by my would-be boss, if I can swim.
I had to lie. My previous engagement had just ended.
Thus, the beginning of my "liking" water, again. I nearly drown in a river when I was kid
As a young adult then, I still hadn’t acquired good swimming skills. No, I really don’t know how to swim. Save for some free strokes, and bobbing, almost kneeling, with only my head out, that was it for me: swimming in three-four feet beach water.
[Well, there was also the accumulated floodwaters in Espana Boulevard, which me and my fiends would call our pool. Back when I was a kid, Manila was way too clean, and floodwaters were not as murky. The ripples created by passing buses were our waves back then.]
I had to learn proper swimming because my work will involve marine waters and we were required to take SCUBA lessons.
A week before I was supposed to start work, I enrolled in swimming lessons. Because I had to, despite experiencing, again, nearly drowning while taking that one. I acted as if my life depended on it; heck, it did depend on it. Desperate times require drastic measures.
Moral: if push comes to shove: learn how to swim. Face your fears in chlorine-laden waters.
Image Credit » https://pixabay.com/en/staniel-cay-swimming-pig-seagull-171908/ by larsen9236