One Dive at a Time

that mini heart attack when you realize you forgot your shammy

That heated argument you get into when people claim diving's not a sport.

You know you're a diver when it's all you think about. When you can't even walk in a straight line without doing your hurdle in your head. When you stand on your toes whenever you can and practice your back jump. When you're diving, nothing else matters. Every entry, every jump, every rip. It's like every problem you've faced, and every tear you've cried, disappears. Diving is my passion, my love, it's what I live for. It's all that makes sense to me. I hope that all of you share this amazing connection to this sport, because I honestly don't think a love like this will ever cross my life again.