I remember when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My dad would take my brothers and I swimming at the Air Force Base swimming pool. One of my older brothers talked me into jumping off the high-dive. I remember eagerly climbing the ladder and walking out to the end of the board. I also remember looking down .. way down, to where the water was and I froze. I just sat on the end of the board and didn’t know what to do.
The lifeguard kept yelling at me to jump, but I was too afraid. Finally, my dad got in the water and said, “Jump! I’ll make sure you are safe.” I believed him and without any further ado, I jumped to my father because I had enough faith in him to believe waht he said to me.