I quit swimming
I quit swimming. Three words that once marked a pivotal moment in my life. I carried this lingering memory with fatherhood on the horizon and a seemingly ordinary life filled with adventure and success. It was a decision made years ago, a mere blip in my past, yet it had managed to go unresolved. I was the picture of success to the outside world, but beneath that facade lay a memory, a choice from my university days that had left a mark—an untold story, a journey of rediscovery that started with those fateful words. The decision to quit swimming had been tough, but it didn't define me. I had always been involved in competitive sports, and university was no exception. During those years, I took a university swim class, seeking…