October 18th.
That was the day when an even occurred that I still can't wrap my head around.
It was at my weekly swimming lessons when I almost drowned.
I was under supervision of my instructor who I once trusted,
But from then on all the trust I had for him was gone.
Corrupted.
I was in the shallow end practicing my kicks and glides,
when I suddenly flipped over to the side.
My body submerged in the water and my feet couldn't find the tile floor.
So I gave up. I couldn't do it any more.
I expected my instructor to save me but that wasn't the case.
When I finally had the ability to stand up and see him he had a big smile on his face!
Was my suffering for two minutes funny in any way?
'Cause from that day I can't look at his face the same way.
My excitement for Fridays turned to dread,
And I'm trying to find the swim teacher that I once trusted until the end.
But now when I think about it, he was probably smiling because he was proud,
because he wanted to see if my feet will reunite themselves with the ground.
Because even though I couldn't swim he knew that I could still find away around,
and eventually I'll upgrade from shallow end to deep end bound.
I told myself that I'm not giving up because I'm not giving up until I finish what I started,
And next week I'll start fresh.
No grudges. Clean hearted.
In the end I realized that with every situation there is a positive side,
even though I didn't realize right at that time.
My mind is still filled with positivity and dedication.
And it's going to stay that away with every single situation,
That I go through.