My dear me, the invisible

Lesson III: First look into the afterlife.

Lesson III: First look into the afterlife.

Let's move from the boring and unexciting age of 6 to 11. Let's see, about to go to high school and without a hobby to fill my free gaps in the afternoon, by then I discovered that the will of the parents is irreproachable and indisputable. They are like Simon, you know from the game "Simon commands" They say and you do. She didn't like that we were at home doing nothing so she had the consideration — and detail from her — to give me three options: swimming, karate, or ballet. I had already been to ballet, but due to a bad experience I almost immediately discarded the idea on the other hand ... Let's be something serious.

Nearly drowned I died at the age of 10 but it was entirely the fault of my impatience and negligence. It was a weekend day, I'm not sure if it was Saturday or Sunday ... Anyway, and I was sparking with excitement because we were in a spa with two large and long pools filled with fresh water. Nothing to lengthen, without measuring the consequences I jumped into one of the pools without knowing that its depth was three meters, by not touching the bottom with the tips of my toes I sank and began to desperately search for a way to to get out of that great and terrifying mass of fresh water that would not let me breathe. I closed my eyes for a moment feeling that my mouth and stomach were full of water and I simply woke up coughing and with my throat on fire totally disoriented seeing how my parents looked at me with terror and relief mixed in their pale faces.

This is my first glimpse of death. But let's continue with the three options my dear mother gave me to occupy my afternoons in something "productive". As a result of that incident, I decided that I should learn to swim even if I was afraid, so I made the decision to learn to swim.

I didn't really know that this was going to be the best decision of my life.