Testimony of Healing July 27, 1992 Issue

I was submerged at the bottom of a ten-foot-deep swimming...

Diane Trew Funke

I was submerged at the bottom of a ten-foot-deep swimming pool, and my instructor was making demands on me that I felt I couldn't possibly fulfill. My mask was fogged up and pinching my face; my BCD (buoyancy control device) was exerting tremendous pressure on all areas of my upper body. Finally, there was the small matter of panic!

Ending my diving lesson, I climbed out of the pool, removed my cumbersome equipment with great disappointment and no little embarrassment, and retired to consider my predicament.

"Oh, well," I said to myself, "who needs to be a scuba diver anyway?" I could live a perfectly fulfilled life without walking on the ocean floor. My instructor had kindly suggested that it might just not be "my thing." While that was clearly true, all of my family members would be diving during our upcoming vacation in one of the world's best diving areas. Where would that leave me?

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