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  • As a kid, I spent many summer days on this boat with my dad. He bought it after a storm had flung it ashore, leaving a gaping hole in its hull and a folded mast that had punctured its deck. Most people saw wreckage; my dad saw opportunity. He skillfully mended the layers of fiberglass and somehow got the thing to float again. My dad could fix anything. I was always impressed by that. But, I was more impressed when he would swim under the boat - holding his breath for what seemed like superhuman lengths of time - and scrub the boat clean with a handheld brush. Ever since then I have challenged myself to hold my breath underwater, and still to this day I end every swim with one length underwater. It's peaceful there, under the chaos of the world, for those few short moments; I see why he liked it.

    Happy birthday, dad.
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