I was flying in slow-motion, having an out-of-body experience on the descent. When I made impact with the water and surfaced for air, not only did I feel empowered, I also felt fearless…
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As I peered down at the whooshing of the waves against the rocks down below, I could feel the spray of the mist from where I stood.
My mind raced and my body felt a strange sensation of being pulled forward against my will.
Did I really want to risk jumping when I had already made the decision to enjoy every moment until the very end?
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“Hey lady! Are you jumping or not?”
From behind me, a boy’s annoyed voice startled me out of my trance-like state. Before I quickly stepped aside to let him by, I peered down and could no longer see Galen’s head bobbing in the water. He had jumped thinking that I would be right behind him but then I had found myself frozen in place. I moved away and sat down on one of the rocks to settle my nerves.
I barely jump into my own pool at home and here I am, playing the role of a daredevil by jumping off Black Rock in Kaanapali?
Galen and I had spent time snorkeling and admiring the colorful fish that darted around us. We had even seen a bunch of Honu green sea turtles and I was in awe. But then, I had opened my big mouth by saying that jumping off Black Rock was on my list of things to do. Right away, Galen had promptly taken me up the cliff to encourage me. Now, I sat feeling nauseated at the very thought of following through.
Yeah, I could maybe hurt myself if I don’t jump far enough away. I could even forget to breath properly, panic and drown. But if I did do it, I could say that I conquered the scariest thing on my list.
“Katie, are you okay?” Galen reappeared dripping wet, breaking my train of thought as he sat down beside me.
“Yeah, just a case of cold feet.”
“Well, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Galen’s voice helped to soothe my nerves.
“That’s the issue. I don’t have to but I want to. I need to.”
Galen gave me a puzzled look.
“You need to?” He repeated. “Do you mind telling me why?”
“It’s the most challenging thing on my list and if I can do that, I can do anything.”
Galen scrambled to his feet. “Okay, then let’s do it together.”
Without thinking, I took his hand and he helped me up.
“What do you mean “do it together”?”
Like a pig following its farmer to slaughter, I let him lead me to the edge of the cliff.
“I’ll jump with you.” Galen took hold of my hand and squeezed. “Together, we’ll be brave like King Kahekili, the God of Thunder. Legend has it that the souls of warriors left the earth here by leaping from this rock to meet their ancestors.”
The irony of Galen’s statement was not lost on me but I wasn’t in the frame of mind for historical trivia.
“How do you know all this stuff?”
“I just do,” Galen shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m a little bit of geek.”
Yeah, a really cute geek.
“Well, I don’t want to meet any of my ancestors today, okay?”
“And we won’t.” Galen squeezed my hand hard. “On the count of three, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“One, two…cross your arms across your chest on the way down…three!”
I was flying in slow-motion, having an out of body experience on the descent. When I made impact with the water and surfaced for air, not only did I feel empowered, I also felt fearless.
“You did it!” Galen yelled as I splashed around, trying to get my bearings.
“I did, didn’t I?” I splashed him and he splashed me back.
Galen pointed to my chest and started howling with laughter.
“You sure did. But your bikini top didn’t.”
When I looked down, my bikini top was no longer covering my important bits. I ducked down into the water and hastily attempted to arrange my top back until I had full coverage.
Instead of being mortified and embarrassed, I found myself laughing along with Galen. In the larger scheme of things, exposing my slightly drooping set of almost 40 year old lady bits was not a matter of life or death.
As we laughed, I realized that nothing really was.
Continuation: L is for “Lau Lau”
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