Yeah. But those people are becoming extinct today I am afraid. Back when it was common, or even necessary to teach yourself how to dive, people were independent, resourcefull, intellectual, and tough.
Even the children. Why, I remember playing on monkey bars that were way over my head, and on asphalt or concrete. When you fell off, you got hurt. Today, you need more pads than an offensive lineman in the NFL to climb 3 feet off the ground, which is covered in shredded tires. I used to ride my bike 3 miles to school, with just my friends. Now they can't even walk themselves to school if the school is directly across the street!
I remember my grandfather's car didn't have seat belts, they were optional. Now my car screams at me if I try to back it out of the garage just to wash it if I don't buckle up.
See, today's adults are just not that interesting. They are not that adventurous. They only want to pretend what they are doing is a little bit dangerous, for the rush. They certainly don't want to risk anything.
Older generations may well have ruined the planet, but mine is ruining the human spirit, what with their bicycle helmets and travel soccer teamsNot to mention we are raising idiots who can't spell anything that has more than three letters. Or think that numbers and symbols are acceptable substitutes. Hell I am going back to college for a degree and I see it with the college students.
So yeah, if kids in college can't tell the difference between "you" and "u" on a term paper, they sure as hell can't learn scuba by themselves.
But you can be darn sure that they will one day be the lawyers that make sure no one gets the chance to do anything by themselves anymore... We just are no longer pioneering, no longer adventurous. If you can't do it on WII, it is just too dangerous.
NASA will never get to Mars, we don't have the guts to ask those that would to even go to the Moon...:depressed:
This reminds me of the first time I saw Cousteau on TV when I was a kid and he would smoke cigarettes between dives. I surmise that people were made differently back then somehow, or were simply more pioneering in spirit. I used to complain when our air conditioning broke in Iraq and the guys in the Ardennes fought in rags and lost fingers and toes to frostbite. The moral of my ranting is that I'd dive with a crusty old diver like Captain or Nemrod any day over a dude with tons of plastic in his logbook, ceteris paribus. Come to think of it...I didn't even have a logbook (or plastic in it) until 2008, I have managed to not nuke myself.
Note: I'm not saying that people shouldn't get certified to dive. I don't want someone with a funny colored name yelling at me