Sorry I have not had time to gather everything from my weeks at camp
yet, now I am on week 3 and the Lord is being shown to many. I will try
and get more out but here is a taste of the start of my journey.
Life Guard training, a experience that I truthfully have feared for
the past 4 years sense I started working at camp. You see I have always
herd all the stories about how hard and intense it was this made me want
to take it and prove I could do it! This was a fear that I wanted to
conquer, this is the story of my Life Guard Training.
I guess I will just have to start at the beginning, that would be
life guard training! Life guard training is the first time us counselors
as a staff meet and bond together before the rest of the staff get
here. We all go through life guard training together get pushed
physically and really get to know each other. Meeting everyone went
great we all seemed to get along well right from the start. It was a
strange network of friendship, almost everyone had a friend working here
with them, and somehow all of us friends were friends with each other
in some way or another, very hard to explain haha. Life guard training
was going to be fun and great phyical challenge and I wanted to conquer
the small fear I had of failing..(I’m like 2% body fat.. AKA I dont
float!)After little instruction the first thing we did after we got
there was swim 300 meters! Not going to lie this made me realize that
all that running I did a few months back had defiantly did nothing to
prepare me! I was dead tired and the next test was right after.. So as
we moved to the brick test with my chest pounding and lungs gasping for
air I knew this was going to be hard. For the brick test there is a blue
brick at the bottom of a twelve foot deep pool, first you have to swim
to the other side of the pool then back to where the brick is, dive down
get the brick, swim back to the other side then back to the side you
started on! Everyone who went before me either failed or barely lifted
themselves out of the pool.. I really wanted this and seeing that its
challenging really gets me going, makes me want to conquer it! So when
my turn came around my blood was pumping and I was ready! I jumped into
the pool and started swimming, I swam down to the other side and was
soon treading water over the brick. I took as deep of a breath as I
could and went down……… I only got down about nine feet before I ran out
of air. After rushing to the surface I tried to catch my breath. I tried
and tried but couldn’t get more than a small gulp of air. My chest was
wrenching and was pounding with pain. My heart was racing and i slowly
realized that there was no way I could finish the test.. I was angry
that my body was quitting on me, I was angry but I wasn’t about to let
this test take me from this pool so I got enough air to say I’m getting
out and started to try and swim to the ladder. When I got out of the
pool I began explaining my heart condition. You see a few years back I
had a similar problem in football, My chest gets tight I have trouble
breathing and there is more pain than I have ever experienced. From what
I have been told My heart starts beating so fast that I should be
having a heart attack and a pouch around my heart inflates creating
pressure in my heart and lungs. They asked me if I wanted emergency care
and i said no, you see I don’t have health insurance and I don’t make
enough money to really pay any medical bill. They gave me oxygen and
soon told me they called emergency care any way.. Soon both me and the
instructors agreed that I should be in another room so I don’t worry the
others and scare them away fro the test. on my way I became
very nauseous and grabbed a trash can and yup you guessed it puked up
breakfast… At this time the paramedics have arrived and I’m sitting next
to the trash can on a bench. As I was being asked questions my new
friend Lincoln came over i asked “how you doing man?” he responded with
and “all good” then proceeded to puke into the trash can as well lol it
was quite a funny moment I thought. Now as I’m strapped to the gurney it
really begins to sink in that I’m not going to be able to concur this
fear of failing… I began to try my hardest to hold back tears and I felt
the feeling of failure sinking in. After my short ride in the ambulance
I sit in a room in the ER alone wires and stickers suck on all over my
body. I just sat still disappointed, angry, and sad. Tears began to roll
down my face as I sat wet still in my swim suit in this hospitable
reminding me of this terrible restriction called my body. I began to
long for my glorified body and Became disgusted with the sin filled
limited body I had now. Soon a doctor came in and asked me some
questions, I told him the same thing I told the others earlier. he said
we were going to take some x-rays and after he finds my records we will
see from there. I soon again sat alone watching doctors and nurses
running back and forth past my room.
After a small while my good friend and boss Jim came in, one of the
nurses earlier told me that he was on his way, that comforted me a
little. Jim began to make funny statements like “they going to give you a
monkey heart?” witch made me laugh and calm down a bit. The he asked me
how I was feeling and I kind of broke down. “I hate it that it’s not me
quitting! It’s my body I literally cant do this and I hate that!” “I
hate that I can’t just go back and try again!” I’m so thankful for Jim
in my life for he at this moment began to speak truth to me. He began to
tell me to stop getting mad over this and figure out what to do next.
After our little talk he went out and called my mother and my sister for
me to let them know I was in the hospitable and then came back in to be
with me. After a bit a financial adviser came in to talk with me. You
see I don have health insurance and soon Jim and I were informed that
workmens comp was not going to cover any of this sense this seems to be a
pre-existing condition. So now to add to the mix I have been reminded
of the medical bill that will be soon on its way. God provides and I’ll
let Him take care of how I will pay for this so this was out of my mind
soon.
My mother and my sister arrived and Jim said he was going to check on
the rest of the staff sense they were now having lunch, so he left me
in the care of my family and the hospital. My mom said that she was
sorry that I have to go through this pain again. She knows how much it
hurt me mentally and spiritually last time. But by now I was back
rejecting reality. I was cracking jokes and my mother proclaimed that
only would I almost die then be joking around smiling and simply wanting
to get out of the hospital soon after I arrived. The doctor came in and
did exactly as I expected and told me nothing new, advised me to check
up with a doctor and see specialist just like the other doctors said the
last times. I already decided that I wasn’t going to the doctor because
I didn’t want to wast any more time just to be told they found nothing
new. I wanted to continue with life and not sit idle run up a bill and
possibly be told there is nothing they can do for me. So I checked out
and Walked out of the ER still shirtless in my swim suit, medical
stickers sill stuck all over my body, still slightly wet from the pool.
I got dropped off back at Life Guard Training and met back up with
the staff. They were still having lunch when I arrived, I hugged my mom
goodbye and joined my staff. Everyone was like “He’s alive!!” haha I
told everyone I would live. I still had the stickers stuck on because
they stick on very hard and they feel like pealing off duck tape, so
soon began the game of “Lets see if we can make Shaun feel pain!” all
the male staff grabbed a sticker and counted down to pull fast and
quick. A great roar from me fallowed my laughter by everyone and myself.
It was a great way to be welcomed back. Lunch was over and we began our
walk back to the pool and back to training. This walk through these
halls was a interesting feeling of slight shame for I knew that when I
walked back into class I was walking in as someone finishing the course
and only becoming certified in CPR and First AID, not being able to pass
the whole class.
The rest of my days went I passed CPR and First AID with flying
colors and the rest of the class passed as well. Allot happened in this
one day and I’m still dissecting and processing it fully. but what I do
know is the truth, the truth that God uses everything for His good, my
good times and the times where I fail. He will use it and He has His
reasons for limiting me here and now. I still struggle with finding
peace in this specific spot of my life but I just remind myself that
this life is not mine. I have given it to the Lord and His will and
sometimes I will not understand it but thats okay I have faith that my
Father is good.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven”