American SpiritSubmitted by letushope on Wed, 01/28/2009 - 17:46
Many years ago I took a rescue diving class, the only female to try among 10 other men. Plus even then I was a heavy girl about 200 lbs so I knew I didn't have a chance, truth be told it was a chance to wet my feet at SCUBA Diving to see if I would like it. Needless to say it wasn't my cup of tea.
They had to weight me down so I could sink to the bottom of the pool, okay that's not unusual, but I was thinking about that today and remembering when they were adding one weight at a time to see how much I needed. As they did this, I was treading water. After attaching each weight I would stop treading to see if I started to sink, each time I would go down slightly deeper, then come back up. One more weight, back down and up and so on... until I could sink to the bottom and still swim back up. By the time they attached the final weight I was getting tired and I worried that it would take me down, but I wouldn't have the strength to come back up.
Now I knew I was in a pool with 10 firemen (oh let me savor that memory) and 2 Rescue Diver Instructors so I mentally I knew I would be fine. But there is that panic moment when your not sure.
Thats how I feel today, about our nose-dive economy, the bail-outs, the stimulas package. There are no good guys in the pool to save us, they just keep adding on the weight, each time we pull ourselves up, they add on another and so on and so on.
I don't know what it means or if anyone else will relate, I just had that memory from out of no where today and thought I would share it.