I am no saint, nor a hero. I’m far from perfect actually and I’m not afraid to confront myself.
4 years ago I witnessed death in my arms and saw what fighting for your last breathe of air really was like. I had been on a dive with my girlfriend and we went too deep for too long. Too irresponsible. After an emergency ascent I saw her bloodshot eyes, her pale face and her blue lips as she was gasping for air.