Thoughtful Fearlessness Lake Denton is a murky, glorified pond. Sadly, it was the scene of my scuba dive training. The surprisingly arduous process culminated with three days of diving the glorious Lake Denton. The second day was the setting for my life-threatening failure. The day started normally enough. The leather-skinned Divemaster, T.J., barked orders like a teacher to an insubordinate class. Much of his bombastic speech was muted by the noise of my other classmates readying themselves. Buoyancy control...

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