Hey! I just blogged a whole lot of stuff after the spring cleaning on Sunday night but I must have been too tired then cos I lost it all! It wasn't even posted, not to mention published! I must have been extremely tired (or blur?). I cannot even remember what was it that I blogged.
Dear had his first diving session on Sunday at Outram Secondary School. It was just an exploratory session held specially for disabled people. He's a natural at it! I'm looking forward to our dive trips together with his brother, who has promised to teach him how to dive once he returns from Taiwan. I have yet to meet his brother.
I was observing the dive masters at the pool yesterday. I do not know if they were paid to be there on Sunday or not, but what they did for the participants there was wonderful. I guess many others who dive would have dismissed the idea of ever taking a disabled person for a dive trip. I was pleasantly surprised when I spoke to one of the guys on wheelchairs that he had gone to the open sea for a dive with these dive masters. There are so many more precautions to take when diving with these people, on top of the many safety precautions we already have to take as a diver. These dive masters gave the participants something that they would never have experienced had they (the dive masters) not taken that step to believe in the motive and take action. So many others would have said its impossible.
One thing I learnt that day is this : One of the most important aspects of diving is to be able to communicate with your dive master and your buddy underwater. This is done via certain standard hand signals to indicate "OK", "I'm out of air", "Let's surface", Let's descend" and etc. I learnt on Sunday that even these basic hand signals that we all take for granted is actually a problem for some of the disabled people. New signals have to be improvised to suit the mobility of their hands and fingers.
I learnt not to take things for granted. I suppose it is in these ways that my eyes are being opened wider to my surroundings and I learn to be more sensitive.
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