Until I got 18, I had a huge fear, an in-born phobia of water. The biggest paradox was that my grandfather was a lifeguard at the swimming pool, so I had the opportunity to swim anytime, even after the final. 🙂 But despite that, I didn’t learn to swim. My phobia of deep water caused it. Once, before I was 19, it happened that I participated in a brigade in the west of Slovakia, in Novi mesto nad Váhom. There was a sandy lake near the city, where people from the nearer and more distant surroundings went to bathe. Since I couldn’t swim, I stayed in the water near the shore. Suddenly, in my carelessness, I went too far from the shore and slipped on the sand, and I went under the surface of the water. I tried to swim or somehow to return to the shore, but it was not possible. Like something was pulling me down. When I gave up and thought it was over, I suddenly felt a kind of peace, stopped trying to swim and slowly sank to the bottom, to my knees. When I felt the bottom below me, suddenly, as if by a miracle, I got more strength and slowly climbed out onto the shore on all fours. My head was pounding like I was being hit with a hammer, but I saved myself. An interesting experience that I would not want to repeat. The paradox then was that my phobia of deep water did not increase, but on the contrary, it completely stopped. And to make matters worse, a few months later, I also learned to swim – on the water, even under water, it was no problem… 🙂
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