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The Road to Full Cave Part 1

“The sea, once it cast it’s spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.” –Jacques Cousteau

The thought of breathing underwater was an intimidating and frightening idea to me when it was first mentioned that I should take up scuba diving. Never in my life had I considered myself a good candidate for Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus. Not because I had a fear of water, nothing all to do with water. I had a natural fear of drowning and more understandably a fear of fish. I also have a deep respect for monkey bars, secondary to a near death experience, but that is a whole other story in itself.

I know what you must be thinking to yourself. How irrational the fear of drowning is. But it stemmed from a bad experience of a near drowning accident I had in a river as a kid in Puerto Rico. If it wasn’t for my Tia, who just happened to feel my small hand grab her ankle in a desperate attempt to reach air, I would probably not be posting this or around for that matter now. So, the fear of drowning is a perfectly acceptable fear.

I have no idea where my fear of fish came from. One popular theory is that i was exposed to the movie Jaws at an age where my fragile child mind could distinguish between reality and fiction. (Author’s note: Everything that happened is Jaws was real, don’t believe me? Look it up, I’ll wait… See, all real.) I assumed when I was younger that all fish were vengeful and powerful and would attack unprovoked and when you least expected it. (Spider crabs especially fit this description). Another popular theory was that I never ate fish, and probably never associated myself on top of their food chain.

By the time when I was twenty, this thought of man eating sea-bass and fluke was fully en-grained in my head and was only thought that raced through my mind over and over again when it was mentioned that I should become certified.

I figured the only way that I would actually ever become a certified diver was to sign up right then and there and to ignore all of my internal dialogue suggesting I run away. If I didn’t drive to my local dive shop at that moment, I would never do it. It’s kind of like the moment right before you jump off a large cliff or platform into a body of water. That moment of clarity when you say to yourself, here goes nothing. That is what I did, I said to myself,” Fuck it, here goes nothing.” I drove myself to the shop and signed up.

I watched the PADI Open Water diver video at least 3 times prior to attending my first pool session. I read the accompanying book and completed my take home test within 3 days of signing up and was done with my pool sessions by the end of the week.

Now came the hard part. My first open water dive was scheduled for my birthday. We would be diving in the south shore of Long Island, in a very popular fishing spot, Oak Beach Jetty.

“Oak Beach Jetty! Didn’t like 8 guys get eaten there by a rogue black fish like 3 summers ago!?” (Author’s note: 4 dead hookers have been found at the beach just this past summer, according to authorities it is thought that the Black fish was acting alone in the eating of the 8 men, and no connection has been found with the dead hookers.) (Disclaimer: Part of the black fish story may be a complete work of fiction. Mostly all of it)

As I stood at the entry point for my first dive, I couldn’t help but feel that a great white was staring at me from just below the surface, waiting for it’s moment to strike and eat my delicious flesh. The water was cool and a dark color green. Perfect camouflage for a fish stalking it’s prey. My first steps into the water were taken tentatively. I kept my eyes out on the horizon for a tell-tale sign of a shark’s fin. (Don’t get me wrong, I have swam in the ocean on countless occasions, without incident. This would be the first time I would be swimming underneath the ocean.)

The shark never came. What did come was a sense of euphoria. Suspended a few feet off the bottom of the ocean, near weightlessness, following with my eyes the movement of a herd of hermit craps, it happened. The sea took a hold of me. Even though I almost crashed head first into what I can only assume was a near sighted black fish, it didn’t shake me. The black fish and I were cool. We both knew we had an unspoken understanding. He no fuck with me, I no fuck with him, and we moved on with our lives. He went on most likely to be dinner on some one’s plate and I moved on to a love affair with Scuba. (not my buddy named Scuba, but actually Scuba diving)

Since that first dive I have traveled to many places in the world to experience the “Silent world.” I have collected many certifications beyond that of a basic Open water diver and have over came my fear of the fish. I have even been able to get Kit to join me in my journey.

I have decided to pursue a distinct form of diving. A form of diving only a small population of  the diving community pursue. Cave diving. And this post and a few more will be my chronicle of obtaining my Full cave diver certification.

To be continued…


January 14, 2011   No Comments

Farewell To 2010

At last the end of another year is upon us. It’s a time for reflection and a time to look ahead and see what life can bring you.

Alot of people make resolutions for the new year and I am no different. For 2010 my resolution was to accomplish at least 10 more items off the list. And for 2011, I will kick it up a notch and go for 15. It might not seem like a lot to do in a year, but every time I knock an item off the rest seem more and more difficult.

2010 items.

Eat At an Outback steakhouse

Ride a Vespa

Pilot an Aircraft

Beat Kit at Mini-golf

Have a bonfire on the beach

Go to Curacao

Dive off a cliff

Open a champange bottle with a knife

Catch a fish

Spend a week eating all you can eat wings*

More items were closer to being completed thanks to the massive amount of traveling Kit and I did this past year. I have big plans for 2011 and I hope to see you all there. Best of luck with the New Year.


December 31, 2010   No Comments

A book report.

Have you ever read a book? Have you ever read a book you enjoyed? Have you ever read a book that changed the way you see humanity as a whole? Have you ever read a book that made you want to be a better person? Have you ever read a book that has made you want to kill a school bus filled with orphans and puppies?

If you answered mostly YES to the above, then do I have a book for you.

Textual Healing is a book written by a 7 year old autistic child that has the gift for words. Actually,no it’s not. It is written by Eric Smith of the JETS fame. Actually, no it’s not that Eric Smith but the infinitely more handsome, Eric Smith of the Eric Smith fame.

Textual Healing, Eric’s first novel is a classic story. Man loves a woman. Woman doesn’t love man. Man sets off to kill woman. Hilarity ensues. Or something to that effect. Even if I’m alittle fuzzy on the main plot, one thing is for sure, hilarity does in fact ensue.

Read this book you will not be disappointed. The authors writing is witty, flowing and above all, the font is easy to read. Eric has a masterful ability to describe emotions that at a point in time we have all felt while in a relationship. He allows the reader to feel with the characters in the book rather than just watch them from a distance.

Without giving too much away, this book really does have something for everyone… Sex, drugs, prostitution, love, bunnies, ninjas, galactic warfare, pop culture references, football stats, humor, scotch tape. (disclaimer: this book may or may not contain all or none of the above).

Now, go out and read Textual Healing.


December 7, 2010   No Comments