When to let go, when to hold on

We all have stories to tell. We end up telling our story when a moment triggers a memory.

Reflective people find the life lessons in memories.

 

Sitting on the sofa with Lone Ranger last week, such a memory sparked.

 

A few years ago we took part in a white water raft competition. On our second run, we capsized spectacularly. All 6 in the white water. Only one made it to the bank. The other 5 ended up on the same safety rope with the rescuer on the river bank.

 

 

For a second I had a chance to view the situation. I saw all 5 of us on the rope and the safety guy struggling against the water to get us to shore.

 

I made a decision. I let go! I noticed a second safety rope further down stream. No need to put pressure on the safety guy.

 

It was at that moment, I was taken under the water, my lungs not quite full of air. The water kept me under and did not want to let me go. I stayed calm and prayed that I will be spat out in time.

 

It was the closet to drowning I have ever been and hope to be.

 

I caught the second rope!

 

Upon reflecting with Lone Ranger, I realised the story was a metaphor for where I found myself to be at the time.

 

I was going through a tough time. Many friends and colleagues threw me a safety rope, but I kept on letting go. Almost as if I wanted the water to take me. The trust in the guys on the side was just not there.

 

Many years later, I realise: The safety guys have a clearer view from the bank than I had form the water and the safety guy was trained to be a safety guy. The challenge was not the ability of the safety guys, it was in my ability to trust!

 

I have become the safety person. The rope is never to heavy!