The story I am about to tell is one that has recently come back to haunt me because of recent events in my life. I need to tell it because of how it is a mirror image of what is happening in my personal development and my feelings as a man. Similar parallels can occur in everyone’s lives and I hope that men and women alike, can heal, learn and grow from them.

When I was about 8 or 10 years old my parents signed me up for swimming lessons. I was dropped off at the pool with my best friend Dave and we were in the same class. All the children were divided into groups for the different levels. Dave and I went with our group and were instructed to do a number of laps back and forth across the pool and then to meet up with an organizer for further training.