What do you do when you reach the “Half Century” mark?
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My wife asked me what I would like to do for my 50th birthday. I told her the last thing I wanted was a party. Instead, I wanted to scratch something off my bucket list. How about paddling 28.5 miles across deep water canyons in the Alaskan current, through shark and orca infested 54-degree water using only your arms as propulsion? She said the insurance policy is paid up so go for it. I shared the idea with a couple of like-minded, idiotic friends and they surprised me by saying they would do it with me! That’s when it became a reality. Accomplishing goals with friends is ten times easier than doing it alone, and to my training and paddling companions, I give a big-hearted thanks. Love you guys. So, it was time to put up or shut up. We began paddle training earlier this year through stormy winter conditions but eventually began to feel stronger and more confident. Then I heard my friend Sabine was thinking of doing the crossing for the same reason. No doubt about it, we had to join forces.
When it was suggested that we turn it into a fundraising event, there was no time needed to decide…of course! Getting outside of myself, working with others for a common goal and supporting a fantastic cause at the same time? Where do I sign? The Living Breath Foundation was founded by family members of some of my clients and the work they continue to do to help those with Cystic Fibrosis warrants as much support possible. My father was one of the first double lung transplant recipients at Massachusetts General Hospital in 1992. He survived for four years and was able to provide the medical community with invaluable information and insight for more successful future transplant procedures. After he died, I spent the following Fathers Day paddling as far as my arms would take me out in Monterey Bay to spread his ashes. So when we make the crossing this the fall, he will be with me in more ways than one.
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