Sneaker 04: Shame

SHAME

Clay: Black Porcelain

Swimming through a natural hole in the rocks on the Amalfi Coast, my legs cramped.

Then the cramps spread.

A young boy gave me his buoyancy aid.

Another swimmer helped him.

Eventually, a man swam back and helped get me to safety.

I walked away quietly, overwhelmed.

The shame wasn't needing to be saved.

It was that I never thanked the man who saved my life.