I love the stories about who motivated you to start swimming. They're usually great stories. Let me start by telling you mine.
I was with about 7yrs. old and at a 20yd indoor Grand Rapids West YMCA pool, during a "free swim".
The lifeguard was the YMCA Director named Tom (about 25 or so at the time). I knew how to do the breaststroke pretty good for no formal coaching (my older brother swam competitively). It was a Saturday and there were about twenty screaming kids in the pool until Tom blew his whistle. He yelled at everyone to get out of the water and you could hear a pin drop (someone had to be in trouble). He pointed at me and told me to come over and see him. I thought I would pee right there. I didn't do anything anyway, I told myself, and he shouldn't be yelling at people so loud, I thought. I was thinking of what I might have done in the last few minutes as I walked slowly his way until I gulped and stood silent waiting for him to say something. He said to everyone, "You're a pretty fast swimmer and I want to race you across the pool". I was looking at him as everyone of the kids started hooting and hollering. "Well" he said, "Let's go". He told me that we'd be doing the breaststroke. I wanted to race, I wanted to win, even if he was bigger. When he said go, I raced and he sure looked like he was going as fast as he could, and ---- I won. He looked exhausted after that long 20 yard swim, I know I was really tired but I beat him fair and square. He spent about five minutes explaining that someone as fast as me should be on the YMCA swimming team. I couldn't believe it, he wanted me to join the team, heck, I didn't even know they had a team. Well, I almost hyperventilated as I told my mom and dad that I wanted to be on the swim team because I'm the fastest little swimmer that coach had ever seen. I've been swimming and coaching (I wanted to be a coach like him) ever since.
To this day, that one man changed my life by doing something I try to do as much as possible and that's; find something good someone's doing and, only if it's sincere, lavish as much praise as possible onto that someone. Tom did it for me and I hope I can keep doing it for other people and swimmers, young and old. He was a master at making people feel like a million bucks.
Let's hear your story. Coach T.
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What a cool thread and it is so important to always go down memory lane. I feel elated right now remembering the past.
My story is a little different. I got into swimming because I had been struck down with polio and the doctors put me into water therapy to help my atrophied left side. As water therapy worked its magic on my damaged body, I fell in love with how water felt surrounding me. I told my mom and dad I wanted to learn to swim, so they put me into classes at the local YMCA. My heroes were all the people who swam fast (of course) and I always wanted to be like them.
As I grew and the effects of polio gradually left me, I joined the YMCA swim team and, of course, was always last. But I was just so happy to be on the team and swimming my heart out. Once I changed from swimming freestyle to backstroke, things began to look up for me because I found my natural stroke. I remember always wanting to beat a girl named Terry Joyce, whose sister had eventually married Doug Russell, but (sister) left us in the 1970s.
So we battled it out for years and I finally made strides in the backstroke community. And my dad was so proud that as I made progress and started setting records, my journey was like a fairytale so to speak; cripple to champion in his eyes.
So initially, my swimming was medically induced, but later on, I have to say that Coach Don Easterling and Don Schollander had the most affect on me.
Both superb people.
Donna
What a cool thread and it is so important to always go down memory lane. I feel elated right now remembering the past.
My story is a little different. I got into swimming because I had been struck down with polio and the doctors put me into water therapy to help my atrophied left side. As water therapy worked its magic on my damaged body, I fell in love with how water felt surrounding me. I told my mom and dad I wanted to learn to swim, so they put me into classes at the local YMCA. My heroes were all the people who swam fast (of course) and I always wanted to be like them.
As I grew and the effects of polio gradually left me, I joined the YMCA swim team and, of course, was always last. But I was just so happy to be on the team and swimming my heart out. Once I changed from swimming freestyle to backstroke, things began to look up for me because I found my natural stroke. I remember always wanting to beat a girl named Terry Joyce, whose sister had eventually married Doug Russell, but (sister) left us in the 1970s.
So we battled it out for years and I finally made strides in the backstroke community. And my dad was so proud that as I made progress and started setting records, my journey was like a fairytale so to speak; cripple to champion in his eyes.
So initially, my swimming was medically induced, but later on, I have to say that Coach Don Easterling and Don Schollander had the most affect on me.
Both superb people.
Donna
