I pray for the family of the deceased diver.
As for you JahJah you need to get out more
JahJahwarrior:I'm working on getting my dad diving. The real problem is that he works in a hospital (anesthegiologist), he takes care of people who have burned themselves badly, fallen off of anything that moves, or drunk their liver/smoked their lungs into submission. As a result, I've launched less than 15 bottlerockets in my entire life, had to sew a seatbelt into my gokart and wear a helmet, even though it had roll bars, dirtbikes were out of the question (ironically, the one time I disobeyed and rode my neighbor's dirtbike, I gave myself a 3rd degree burn on one leg, a good size part of it too. Got in alot of trouble that that one.). My parents would disown me if I went bungee jumping, or mowed the lawn without shoes on (riding mower, for years I was require dto wear steel toed boots). I'm still alive and I'm decently cautios. I'm not anxious to die, I have yet to make fortunes or make the entire world think like I do! Buy my parents tend to be nervous, especially of things they don't understand. All they know about diving is folklore says people die in caves and that it's dangerous. They don't want to get in springs (too cold) or salt water (sharks!), and the gear is too cumbersome, yet the only way I'll be able to convince them that not everyone dives solo, and dies, is to get them in the water!
However, deaths are a sobering example of how careless you can get. In normal life, I do my best driving after someone tailgates me. I see their example and realize I've been driving too close to cars myself, so I correct it. However, that doesn't take a death to teach me a elsson.
As for you JahJah you need to get out more