One quiet afternoon, I was just relaxing on the boat. Then, all of a sudden, I hear a yelp come from outside. It turns out our friend Camille dropped her phone in the water and needed help diving for it.
Because we were in New Zealand at the time, the water was supposed to be really cold, but when I dove in it was actually refreshing. We had masks and fins already, so I slipped them on quickly and started diving. Also, I couldn’t see anything because it was so muddy, and I accidentally slammed into the ground. Luckily, the ground was soft and didn’t hurt that bad.
After diving with Camille for a little while Alex got out the Huka and we took turns using that. When I got to use it, it seemed like I was never going to find it. All I wanted to do was get out and dry off, but I really wanted to know if the phone would still work even though it was sitting on the bottom for an hour. Then, after all this time, I see it, and so I grab it and shoot to the top.
That night as I lay in bed thinking about what happened earlier that day, I realized that as long as I keep trying, anything is possible.
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