I drop, weightlessly, little by little, inch by inch, watching the sun grow fainter above me, the bubbles rising around my face, my hands floating above my chest. I flip over and face the wide-eyed, fast-breathing group in front of me, fumbling with their buoyancy, shooting up then sinking down as they inflate and deflate their buoyancy compensators nervously searching for that sweet spot where they can float effortlessly with me. I wait patiently until the last, shaking hand has found it’s way to his owner’s waist and everyone has discovered his or her peace with the water. I motion to them that it’s time to move, then I turn, and I start to kick.
When I was young, scuba took me away from the place that I lived in, the one I dreaded and feared. It brought me a sense of calm and control that I never felt on land. It showed me a new world and taught me what it meant to be passionate about something. If I could do what I love, I would teach others this same thing. I would show them an underground paradise previously unknown to them. I would remind them that our world is beautiful. I would give them hope in a better tomorrow. Scuba diving is the perfect escape from our loud and hectic world. With it, I would let people be free to rediscover their sense of awe and wonder. Scuba saved my soul…I would use it to save others.