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I started with wanting to be a cop... Moved to california and was going to be a county sheriff until I blew my knee out at the academy... Rode the couch for six months then decided since I couldnt run anymore that I would now be a helicopter pilot. Loved the R22 and the MD600 but my wallet didnt. Moved to new york and worked at the airport again and now as a part time scuba instructors training assisant I decided to be a commercial diver now. Life seems so much better underwater for me. Been looking for a mermaid to marry while I'm down there but havent seen any... Oh well.. Guess I'm supposed to be single a little while longer...But in all seriousness... theres something magical about diving, especially on a wreck, its like a little time capsule under the waves...Knowing that I've seen things and touched things few people here have that were around up to 200 years before I was is amazing... Its like being there makes me part of the history of a ship, and being apart of history... now theres something special...
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