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I taught my brother how to dive, well that’s the way I remember it. For the record, I’m not a water fan, I don’t swim well, and I certainly have never dived.

I sat on the dock with just the two of us outside our grandparent’s house and directed him with each effort to point his body into the lake. “No, curve your back,” “Straighten your arms,” “Jump higher.” I’m sure with enough jumps and practice, his accomplishment would have been attained without my direction.