Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday Troy and I took the family to black rock to play and jump off the rock. We jumped and jumped and then these two old guys came up and one of them did a back flip. I was impressed. I have done thousands of back flips…on a trampoline. But the thought had been formed, the idea developed and the lack of judgement confirmed. I needed to flip off that rock!
My turn came. I got to the edge, turned around, and froze. I could not do it. I turned back around and jumped straight down. I landed with some disappointment. I really wanted to do more. I knew I had more in me, so I climbed back up. Again I got to the edge turned around and could not bring myself to jump. So I turned and faced the water and front flipped...
I closed my eyes as I rotated through the air. I had done it! I had thought about the jump, the flip, but not the landing. I did not open up, I did not stop turning. I hit the water with my face. Pain slammed through my frame. I was frozen face down in the water for what seemed a long time, then I turned my body over and brought my face out, but I could not breath. My lungs would not respond to the logic of my brain. Then I thought, if the air will not go in, blow out. It worked. I could blow out. Then the new air came in. The pain was excruciating. What was I thinking? I must look like an idiot. I am an idiot. I am not a diver and apparently I am not a flipper. I need diving lessons or a new brain.
The pain is going away. I can swim again. I am not broken, thank God. My face feels like I just jumped off a cliff and landed on it. Oh wait, I did!
Let me back up to September when I was just having my first Cross Country practice for Pukalani School. Ethan came to help me coach and he decided to jump off a wall and try to land on a fence rail that was in front of a steep hill. He cleared the fence and landed on the hill and broke/ fractured/ badly sprained his ankle. The doctors could not tell from the x-ray (welcome to medicine in Maui) but it hurt very bad and he was on crutches for several weeks and I lost my assistant coach.
Troy and I gave him a lot of grief over his lack of judgement after that "Jump". Ethan - I take it all back. It's in your blood. You are an Allen.
Pray that God will bless us with more brains and soft landings.