A group of scenes, not erased from my memory, ever since I was 9 years old, we had a neighbor in the chalet next to us on the beach of Mandara, one of the beaches of Alexandria, and this neighbor offered to teach me and my younger brother swimming.
Within the first lesson I started swimming and crossed a distance.I tried to stand and discovered that the depth of the sea is deeper than my height, I began to sink and scenes rolled in front of my eyes to to be burned forever in my memory.
The first scene I drowned and floated only to see the person who trained us standing still, watching me drown yet not moving. I dive and float again and this person is still. My younger brother began to swim towards me to save me. I dive and float and the scene is still repeated and the coach is standing and my brother is moving in my direction. When I float that time, I see my brother beside me and he starts to skip me and continues to swim deeper and dive again as I reach out to hold my brother and hold his hand. At that moment the ends of my legs touched the earth to strike the ground, and with the movement of the wave, my height became longer than the depth of the sea water. Providence saved us, my brother and I thank God… Then we find out later that this coach does not know how to swim!!! Yes, he does not know how to swim. So he doesn’t even know the first thing about swimming to train it. Read More