Years ago in my hometown, when the community pool was built, Dad often took my brother and me swimming. I marveled at the way my father could slice the water with a smooth dive, roll over on his back, and float. Without even moving his arms and legs, he could remain on top of the water. Amazing!
When I tried it, I sank–immediately.
“Daddy! Show me how to float!” I cried.
First, he helped me to lie flat-out on top of the water. His hand gently supported the middle of my back. And then Dad said the strangest thing.
What?! Every fiber of my being was tense. I just knew that if I relaxed, my nose would instantly fill up with heavily chlorinated water.
But I trusted Dad. He wouldn’t trick me into a catastrophe. So I tried to relax.
Easier said than done. Try as I…
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