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I
fell in love with diving in 1988. I was house-sitting for a month in Aruba. It
was my first trip to the Caribbean, and the clear, blue water was a revelation
to someone who had known only Jones Beach off the coast of Long Island.
A tour on a glass-bottomed boat introduced me to a world of impossibly
colorful fish and an underwater landscape like nothing I’d ever imagined. Besides
the beauty of it, I could hardly believe I was admiring a view 30 feet down. I
wanted to get as close as possible to that extraordinary world.
I signed up for a resort class the next day and was introduced to the physiology
of diving. There were four of us in the class, and the instructor taught us the
basic concepts of pressure at depth. We were oriented to the gear and given the
chance to try it out in the pool. That same afternoon we made a 30-foot dive on
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Important Enough
A nonmember
discovers how
DAN can help.