On his recent trip to Hawaii, Dan had a bit of a scare as he was wading in about 2 feet of water...a wave took him out and pushed him over a bed of coral. As he tried to recover, not being able to stand or kneel on the coral, wave after wave after wave further disoriented him. He tried to swim away from the coral but between the extremely strong current and the fact that his knees and knuckles were being bashed against the coral, he continued to struggle. After several minutes of gasping for air and taking in a lot of sea water, he was able to swim to a sandy bottom and regain his control. Breathless and shaken, he returned to the shore to gather himself.
This same feeling has been hitting me over the last several weeks as I deal with work and life's other trials. I love my job immensely but it has been overwhelming at times lately and added to life's other trials and tribulations, I have felt quite frequently like I have been gasping for air and getting my knees and knuckles bloodied by the coral.
As I think about how Dan recovered from his episode in the surf, with persistence and strength and the ability to not totally panic and loose all control, I see my path. I WILL land on shore where my family and friends are waiting for me with a Mai Tai. Only I think that the difference is that I have Dan there in the water with me, guiding me, experiencing it with me, reminding me of how strong I am. Reminding me that we are in a remarkably beautiful place, paradise even, and that sometimes you we'll get hit with some waves and some coral and that this too, shall pass.