I started scuba diving in 1987, it was difficult I’m claustrophobic taking extra classes to handle the thought of breathing underwater. I was fortunate to log over a hundred dives in ten years.
A panic attack while shore diving almost drowning two people, this was the start of my Maui vacation. This is not my idea of fun any time, it was scary. I kept taking off my face mask, not breathing thru the regulator and pushing my dive buddy under water. Once on land, I would not take off the wet suit, kept laying on the ground and would not get in the car. That was my last dive, devastating but if I can’t dive again there are so many great memories and photos.
The early evening was much better, walking thru the Gallery District, sampling the wine, talking to the artist. It was so relaxing as the sun fell. I started talking to a gallery owner about his most recent works of art. I followed him inside and saw THE painting was perfect, I could see eating at the table, drinking wine smelling the beautiful flowers. This was my first original painting and I love it as much today. Interestingly he is the nephew of Gene Stallings American Football player and coach.
“Two Plums” c1997 G1/399
How frightening for you. I used to snorkel in Hanauma Bay. That was before my panic attacks began.
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