Wow. This has been my favorite thread all year. Yeah, a few arm chair instructors are second guessing THE Reggie Ross. I find that amusing more than anything. Reggie was in the crew that taught me how to be an instructor. His 'bedside manner" as an instructor is impeccable and his diving skills are superb. I learned how to frog kick by watching him in my IDC. He's patient and yet he won't 'give' you anything. He'll give you all the leash you want but he'll keep you safe. I have nothing but uber respect for him.
I have to admit that I cried during my IDC... a couple times even. It wasn't Reggie that did it. After a particularly grueling session in a pool, I was tired, frustrated, humiliated and more. I had just taken a shower and was singing the song "beebop a rebop rhubarb pie" from Prairie Home Companion because nothing takes the taste of humiliation out of mouth quite like it. Reggie laughed and being a fan of Garrison Keillor as well, sang a few bars with me. He was in tune with my pain and had no idea what was waiting for me outside. Neither did I and I was really looking forward to getting home and away from the pain. As I left the locker room, one of the other evaluators pointed out that there was someone drowned in the pool. Rly? There, all tangled up in vacuum hose at the far end of a pool, was yet another rescue, and the other IDC candidate was still in the shower. Crap. I remember hearing Reggie saying "sorry, I had no idea they were concocting this" as I kicked off my shoes, removed electronics and jumped in the pool in my dry get me home clothes. Sigh. I was too cramped to kick, so I used a dolphin kick to the victim, grabbed his octo and started breathing off of it as I untangled him. We were only at 5 ft, so I hit the inflator, rocketed to the surface and swam him to the pool edge. All the evaluator (must have been a dozen of them) were watching me intently and the rule is that I can ask them for assistance as a bystander... unless they say "I'm not really here and am only an observer." Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. They were adding insult to injury. Finally my partner came out and we muscled the vicim out of the pool where he started faux CPR. I was so tired, I remember throwing up a bit right there in the pool and I really wanted to slip beneath the surface. Nope, I cried a bit and then I got out, in my sopping wet drive home clothes, and finished the scenario. So the next time things are going hard, remember me diving into that pool to do that one last rescue scenario of the day... and don't forget to sing my favorite song when crap hits the fan:
Don't forget that Reggie can sing it with you.
I have to admit that I cried during my IDC... a couple times even. It wasn't Reggie that did it. After a particularly grueling session in a pool, I was tired, frustrated, humiliated and more. I had just taken a shower and was singing the song "beebop a rebop rhubarb pie" from Prairie Home Companion because nothing takes the taste of humiliation out of mouth quite like it. Reggie laughed and being a fan of Garrison Keillor as well, sang a few bars with me. He was in tune with my pain and had no idea what was waiting for me outside. Neither did I and I was really looking forward to getting home and away from the pain. As I left the locker room, one of the other evaluators pointed out that there was someone drowned in the pool. Rly? There, all tangled up in vacuum hose at the far end of a pool, was yet another rescue, and the other IDC candidate was still in the shower. Crap. I remember hearing Reggie saying "sorry, I had no idea they were concocting this" as I kicked off my shoes, removed electronics and jumped in the pool in my dry get me home clothes. Sigh. I was too cramped to kick, so I used a dolphin kick to the victim, grabbed his octo and started breathing off of it as I untangled him. We were only at 5 ft, so I hit the inflator, rocketed to the surface and swam him to the pool edge. All the evaluator (must have been a dozen of them) were watching me intently and the rule is that I can ask them for assistance as a bystander... unless they say "I'm not really here and am only an observer." Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. They were adding insult to injury. Finally my partner came out and we muscled the vicim out of the pool where he started faux CPR. I was so tired, I remember throwing up a bit right there in the pool and I really wanted to slip beneath the surface. Nope, I cried a bit and then I got out, in my sopping wet drive home clothes, and finished the scenario. So the next time things are going hard, remember me diving into that pool to do that one last rescue scenario of the day... and don't forget to sing my favorite song when crap hits the fan:
Garrison Kiellor:Yes, nothing gets the taste of humiliation out of your mouth like a piece of rhubarb pie.
Garrison Kiellor:(Sung to the tune of Shortnin' Bread):
One little thing can revive a guy,
And that is home-made rhubarb pie.
Serve it up, nice and hot.
Maybe things aren't as bad as you thought.
Mamma's little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb
Bebop-a-rebop rhubarb pie!
Don't forget that Reggie can sing it with you.