My parents never allowed us to let fear hold us back. They always pushed us to do different stuff. I learned how to swim by getting thrown into a pool, after flipping over an ATV on myself they made me turn it over and jump back on, if we got hurt doing something we had to get up and do it again, and although I was so scared to drive my manual after rolling down a hill and hitting the car behind me my dad, directly after the accident, made me go to a hill and do it over and over again. Now my parents are probably reading this thinking, “Oh, this is how Breanney remembers it...” But I swear it’s true. We were never allowed to not do something because we were afraid. We always had to face our fears. I have carried this with me. No matter how scared I am, I never want to miss out on an exciting adventure.
Well this weekend our friends wanted to take us scuba diving. I have been 2 or 3 times before and if you know me, you know I hate fish and birds. The idea of having birds swoop around the air above me or fish rubbing up against me just freaks me out. I had decided that I didn’t enjoy scuba diving and I wouldn’t go out of my way to ever go again.
When our friends invited us my first thought was, man, now I gotta go. I never shared my fear with Jesse, I like looking tough about adventurous things. Jesse thought I loved it. We were sitting in the pool the day before the dive and I admitted to him that I was really afraid and I didn’t want to go. I hate being salty and sandy, I hate the fish, I hate hearing the sound of boats floating over us, and I hate the claustrophobic feeling of all the equipment. After I told Jesse all of this he was shocked and praised me for how well I hid my fear and he knew that I would go anyways despite my fear.
The dive was one of the best I have ever done. I had so much fun. Lots of little fish (which I was thankful for), cool coral, and limited fish-Breanne contact. When a “nemo” fish began to attack our instructor and then headed towards me I got a little fearful but overall it was a great experience.
The scariest part of the trip was when this loud thunder sound began over our heads. I knew it was a boat and I was hoping I was far enough bellow the surface to not get chopped in half by the propeller. I wasn’t scared until I saw the look on Jesse’s face. It was pure fear. Jesse was having buoyancy issues and kept floating near the surface, so I guess I can under stand why he was so afraid. Then the fear escalated. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a huge fish. Soon I realized it wasn’t a fish but that a boat had dropped the anchor and was dragging it along the bottom. It swept past Jesse and I backed up and then it ran directly into our instructors leg. Jesse tried to help and the instructor was able to move out of the way so that he didn’t get drug along. It was so frightening. But other than the anchor scare it was a blast.
I am thankful for parents that made me do things that made me uncomfortable. I never want to be a person that doesn’t experience different things in life due to fear. And please not that I don’t say this so people will bring birds around me, please please don’t!!
We had such a relaxing trip but it is good to be back in PP. I am ready to get back to work and see the girls.