A very interesting day. On our dive yesterday and the day before a gentleman and I got chatting. I told him I was in Cozumel last year and was very sick. Contracted pneumonia the day of my Dads funeral and flew out a few days later. I was well enough to do only one dive. It was one of the most spectacular dives we have ever done and at the end the biggest oldest Turtle even the locals have ever seen swam up to our dive group. He was barnacled with a huge crack in his shell. He swam up to me and looked in my eyes. I really felt it was my Dads spirit with that Turtle. I felt he was telling me all was well and he was in a good place. He had a tear in his eye. He told me his story. He moved to Mexico from Spain as a young boy. He became heavily involved in drugs. He was a very bad alcoholic and drug addict for many years. His X girlfriend pulled him out of a party house after days of binging and missing work. She cleaned him up and took him to his family. They had an intervention and set him up to go to rehab in Mexico City. He went to a dive shop took a tank and gear. He went out to the coral reef wall and started to dive. His intention was to dive until he got the Bends passed out and died. At about 150-160 feet a huge Turtle came straight to him. old massive barnacled turtle and she swam up and stared in his eyes. He said he was flooded with the will to survive. He began a slow assent and knew he needed to do a safety stop to decompress. The Turtle stayed with him until he was back near the shore. His tank was completely empty when he got on shore again. He went to rehab and has been clean and sober for 16 years now. There are angels among us. What a story to share with me. I never mentioned that we had a son with addiction troubles. There’s is hope. We need to detach to protect ourselves, and balance our detachment with hope.