Tall People & Swimming

I’ve been thinking about how swimming is kinda “eh…” to me, and I realized why: I never really had to.  As a tall child, I was never foot-far from the bottom of the pool.   I recently saw this firsthand at a hotel where the final depth was not quite 5 feet.  Our oldest son was, thanks to the power of tippy-toes, able to walk from one end to the other.  Swimming was optional for his survival but not mandatory, thank in part to a recessive gene on his mother’s side which makes him a bit tall for his age.  Or it could be my DNA.  Either way, he and I had the same experience with a variance of only 25 years.  Today I can swim, and I do swim, but I don’t really feel the need to swim because, well, I never did.  The bottom was always there for me and I hope it always will be.

Those of you who find yourselves of an average height, don’t worry.  The scales tip your way whenever you walk through a basement without ducking and without pain.  Pipes that seem miles away to you are at eye level for us.  I live in a world designed for people who are 73% my size.  Whether I’m buying a pair of shoes or a car, I start not with style or choice but with availability. Velcro?  Welll… not my first choice, but let’s try it anyway.  And by the way: that’s me car shopping.  

About radamdavidson

When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at www.radamdavidson.com, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (www.CoachMyPreaching.com).
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