EMEREYE

EMEREYE 

Kite surfing... not my best sports hall of fame moment 

5 minutes in I did the hardest smack down of my life. My 1st second automatic reaction was to see if the camera was okay, next second reaction is to realize I didn’t carry camera gear this time. The 3rd second reaction is ‘damn there is sand in my face’. During these 3 seconds I’m frantically trying to release the emergency release clip only to realize it’s completely jammed with wet sand AS I AM BEING FORCEFULLY DRAGGED BY THE ONLY ANGRY GUST OF WIND ON THE WHOLE BASSIN THAT DAY, towards all the bobbing and swaying moored yachts in the port. Yeah, on second number 4, the release finally lets go after I pound it with my aching twisted arm. The Chute flutters open in the wind and the lines relax and sail gracefully to the surface of the water. I sink ungracefully back to water and the sand, letting out the breath I’d been holding for 5 seconds now. 

Since then my shoulder has been randomly on strike every other week. I guess it didn’t enjoy being twisted and snapped like a rubber band at the end of a parachute. I can feel you all wincing as you’re reading this. A few X-rays and kenisio visits later, and my bones have proven once again that I am indestructible. But the pain that decided to take up residence since last June has not taken the eviction notice with grace and dignity. No, it’s going to ugly cry all the way down. So we took it for an MRI to see if the X-rays missed something. No, still no breaks but there’s something in the soft tissue that’s looking like a foreign object. All I can say is a bad word. I’ve spent my career walking on the edges of all the envelopes, why should my quiet, calm retirement be any different. I’ve put my life on the line to shine light in dark places, been shot at, abandoned in far away places with nothing but my camera gear and some dirty fatigues to get me through, I’ve danced under the stars with my heros, and maybe with more than one or two villains. I’ve dedicated the end of my career to helping others in any way I can. I am still bulletproof and ten feet tall, but this is my WTF moment and I am angry. 

Coleen Grey