First recollection is stepping off the back of the dive boat, on the outer parts of the Great Barrier Reef. Hit the water and go to take the first breath, but the valve isn’t open. With no air in my vest, start to sink. Quickly. The water is crushing me. The boat is moored at the edge of the reef. The drop away is probably a 1000m. Start trying to get out of my vest, while kicking upwards, still falling…
and wake up struggling.
Oddly, i take this as a sign that the oceans are calling me, and it’s time to go diving… just don’t forget those safety checks!
It'll All End In Tears 