I love being a swimming instructor. Year two will be in the books, as soon as the summer of 2014 ends in August, and people are heading to school. I remember when I was a child and I had a fear of the water. I do not even know how I am lifeguarding now and able to say, when people ask me what my job is, that I protect lives. It seemed like yesterday when I got in the water and started to swim on my own. Well I am blessed to teach lake lessons for my second year at Woodtick Recreation Area, the town lake-beach and public recreation area in my proud hometown of Wolcott. I say this, because I am lucky to have children who are the reason why I love to do what I do. The fact that I can teach them something I learned is what I like to think knowledge is. Session one of swimming lessons at the lake is over, and session two will begin on Monday. I am remising on my accomplishments, but most importantly, what my swimming kids accomplished. From day one, I thought to myself that I may get nowhere this year; looks like I was proved wrong. I want to tell you the story about how I got some children, who were scared of the water, to swim more than fifty yards (two laps of a YMCA swimming pool) to the dock with a flotation device and with support from me, by using turkeys. Well, let me explain.
The flock of turkeys had a meeting. All the turkeys went; and, there, the head turkey taught them how to fly. At first, they were taught how to make short flights off the fence to the ground. This was certainly new to them, and it was very fun. Then they would glide from the top of the shed. Wow! That was exciting! Eventually, they learned how to take off, by doing a running start, glide, flap and a slow lift. They learned how to catch thermal wind currents, soar up and fly high in the sky! They even did some fancy acrobatics. They could look down and see the whole farm in great detail. They could see what was on the other side of hills and woods that had previously blocked their view. They could see vast horizons they never knew . It was a wonderful, exciting and exhilarating experience. After the meeting, all the turkeys walked home.
I guess the “moral of the story” is to practice what you were taught. Now that I think of it, this is not a moral of anything. It is a feeling- that I can cry happily about, because I know I am able to do this with all children who are afraid of the water, for as many years as I can; and, I can be proud of the fact that an experience like this, from a teacher’s viewpoint [such as mine], is that I was able not to give a man a fish so he could eat for a day-rather, that I was able to teach a man to fish so he could eat for a lifetime.