
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sitting in front of a lane, watching the water, made the memories flood back.
I was too short for basketball, didn’t have the hand-eye coordination for baseball and hated football. That made me a zero in school.
But I found the swim team.
I discovered that I was a fish. I won often, but the kids at school didn’t care. There were no cheer rallies for the swim team.
It didn’t matter. When I was in the water, I was free.
The aid lifted my war-wracked and broken body into the pool.
I once more was a fish and free.
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Word count = 100
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Great story!
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Thanks!
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At the rural school, I attended back in the day there was no swim team. It’s great for those who aren’t in other sports. It’s wonderful exercise and your MC benefitted from the special program for war veterans. and other handicapped. A good and well-written story, Trent. —- Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne. My school didn’t have a swim team either, but several schools near where I live now do. It is a great sport and one town gets very enthusiastic over it. I’ve seen some specials on using swim therapy for wounded soldiers, and it can make a big difference.
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Dear Trent,
I related well to your MC. Never do I feel freer than when I’m in the water. Powerful story,
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I do know that you8 are a swimmer. There is something freeing about the water, doubly so for a person with limited mobility, like the MC here.
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He should have lived in Australia. We love our swimming champions. Nicely built character – great ending, but sad.
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Thanks. There are some places in this country were the swim team is more highly valued, but the time and place I went to school, well, no…
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Brilliant flash back mode on this one , Trent.
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Thanks, Violet.
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Yes, I agree there is something liberating about swimming.
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It is liberating, and I’ve seen programs and have read that for a lot of people who have had traumatic injuries, swimming gives them a great sense of independence and freedom.
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What a wonderful ending. So sweet.
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Thanks, Jewel.
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Great up lifting twist at the end 💜
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Thanks, Willow, I’m glad you liked it :)
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I did 💜
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:)
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Awesome story! Surprise twist at the end really nailed it. Outstanding.
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Thanks!
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A powerful story, Trent. I pictured him finding freedom in the water as he did when he was in school. A healing balm for someone who experienced trauma in war.
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Thanks, Brenda. Although the freedom becomes as much physical as emotional, it is also a good, familiar friend, a healing balm, as you said.
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When we discover activities that we love, we become free.
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Yes, that’s part of it. I’ve read that water and swimming can mean freedom of movement to those who have lost the use of their limbs. I implied that he had limited mobility by having him placed into the water by an aid.
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Yes that part is made clear now. Thank you.
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Excellent story, especially like the parallels with the swimming as a kid vs. a war veteran.
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Thanks. I’ve read that swimming can be therapeutic to war veterans, but I think it would be doubly so for someone like the MC here. (I had to rescue your comment from spam. Not sure why it went there…)
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You are welcome. To the randomness of what gets a toss by WP into spam folder, I think there’s a ghost in the machine that travels at-will.
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Wp has been doing a lot of strange things through most of May, but I thought most of the issues were settled. Oh well, I just need to check more often…
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Great piece. He can still find freedom, just as he did when he was a kid.
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Thanks. Yes, it is a place and activity where he doesn’t feel restricted in any way.
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Water does indeed give that feeling of freedom. Love that in the pool, I can move virtually painless. Jump, hop, and swim. One of the best therapies ever!
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I have seen and read that it is great therapy – I’m glad you can get some freedom in the pool. Actually, water is great therapy for everyone – the stress just melts away when I am by, in or on the water…. (Not sure why, but a lot of comments for this post went to spam – I just “rescued” this one)
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Our complex has a pool, was scheduled to be opened today. Cover still on, packed with debri from fall & winter. Not holding out that it will open at all. Actually looking into seeing if I can afford the summer athe YMCA. Guaranteed better conditions all around.
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I hope you can get into the Y instead of having to rely on the pool at your complex. Having been in some nasty apartment pools, I’m sure the Y is much better….
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Such a positive story. Nice one Trent.
Rosey, a joke and some wine!.
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Thanks, Keith.
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Beautiful.
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Thanks.
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I was swim team. I had a mean backstroke. Unfortunately, that was my ONLY good stroke.
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Actually, I don’t think my school had a swim team. I grew up in Ohio (by the shores of Lake Erie) and in that region you had football, then basketball and a little bit of baseball. Wrestling and track had some exposure. It was years later that I discovered there were other sports in the school, like gymnastics. Nobody talked about them. I love to swim, but have no good strokes – when I swim laps, the slow people pass me…
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Nicely written and fits the photo prompt well.
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Thanks.
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Oh so sad and yet wonderful that your MC found freedom.
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Yes, sad, but I wanted to see it from the other side, the freedom side.
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Lovely and encouraging story, Trent. He still finds joy and comfort in the place where he felt the most comfortable and where height and hand to eye coordination didn’t matter.
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Thanks, I thought of it as an encouraging story, not a sad story. Basketball, football or any of the others wouldn’t have been able to give him the same freedom when he really needed it….
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Good one Trent. So sad, and yet so nice that he can still find that place of comfort.
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Thanks, Iain. There is a place where he can always feel like his old self, so not so bad there.
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Oh, I wasn’t expecting that ending! Well done.
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Thanks, Susan.
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Great piece of writing. When you have a passion for something, it doesn’t matter if people are cheering you on.
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Thanks. Being cheered on can be overrated, sometimes just being unconfined and free is all that it is about.
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Very sad. But water is therapeutic and there will be brief moments of respite from his condition.
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I’ve seen a few shows about water and swim therapy. It can do wonders for the right person, like the MC here.
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Beautiful flash, Trent.
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Thanks, Chelsea.
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At least he still finds joy in the water…
Nicely done, Trent.
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I have seen articles about the freedom some people feel in the water after they’ve lost limbs or had other traumatic injuries. Thinking along those lines… Thanks.
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That I did. And you are kost welcome 🙂
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Nice twist at the end.
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Thanks.
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