As our bus approached the border to Panama, I gazed out the bus window and was mesmerized . . . . One hundred and three days later we said goodbye to Panama and a piece of our hearts. We fell in love with the country and the people we met.
I was 90 feet (27 meters) underwater and struggling to pull air in through my regulator. I told myself to calm down. I knew my anxiety was the contributing issue. People die from letting fear take over. I knew I needed to fight this fear and I wanted to conquer it.