I was in the deep end of our family swimming pool,
clinging to a soccer ball for dear life.
Not swimming.
Just surviving.
The truth is… I’d been going to swimming lessons for weeks.
But I didn’t believe I could swim.
So I held on.
To the ball.
To the fear.
To the story that I needed something outside of me to stay afloat.
Then one day, my father stepped forward.
A…
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