It was still 200 meters away from the shore. I was exhausted and was drained of all energy. But no choice, I had to keep moving my arms and legs. Alas! What had made me claim I could swim?
It was a few months ago when I joined a camp where the participants were thrown into the open sea and had to swim 350 meters back to the beach. Everyone was clothed in life jacket and asked to move in a group.
There were three categories of us. The first category were those who didn’t know how to swim. Blessed were them because they didn’t have to swim. They had helpers to help them drift forward.
The second category were those who knew how to swim. They not only needed to swim for themselves, but also gave a helping hand to non-swimmers to pull them towards the destination.
But the third category were those who didn’t really know how to swim well, but claimed they could swim. They not only had to struggle their own way to the beach, they were supposed to help others too!
Guess which category I belonged to? Perhaps I was one of its kind in this category 
So I felt extremely tired, but it was still a long way in front. I couldn’t stop swimming to rest because we were supposed to swim together. I looked at those swimming in front of me and knew how it felt to be left behind. I looked at the beach far in front and realized I was the most desperate person in the worlds.
But I had no choice but kept telling myself, “Don’t give up. Keep on swimming. You can do it.”
I did it. I swam to the shore and we completed the mission. I felt thankful I had not given up. I did the right thing to keep on swimming!
