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The issue with Miskito divers

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In October, I traveled to Honduras with a news crew from NBC to help them understand the diving issues revolving around Miskito Indians diving for lobster. They often end up paralyzed or dead. The story also profiles an amazing human being, Dr. Elmer Mejia, who has dedicated his professional life to helping these men.  

Much of the background the crew used for the story came from the documentary work I did while working at DAN. They were carrying around copies of articles I wrote for Alert Diver Magazine and had all seen the 10 minute documentary I created while working on my final certificate in the Documentary Arts from the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University.

Below are links to some of my blog posts from Honduras and my thoughts and observations on the problems. Tomorrow, after the story airs tonight on NBC’s Rock Center, I’ll begin posting behind-the-scene blogs and photos from the trip. It was fun and interesting to travel with the large news crew. And it was also rewarding to see them begin to appreciate the scale of the problem as we traveled around.

Hyperbaric Clinic in La Ceiba

Purpose

Lobster Symposium.

Cayman Revisited

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In 2003 and 2004 I spent several weeks on Grand Cayman. Those trips planted the seed for my first novel, Cayman Cowboys.
I still remember the germ that began to grow with that first book. Steve Barnett was showing me the blowholes on the east end of the island. As we walked across the iron shore–craggy coral exposed to the air and rain–I first imagined what would happen if I fell. Bleeding was sure to commence. Second, my imagination ran to “how scared would someone have to be to run across this stuff”. And from that, a novel was born.
Much of that first book revolves around Sunset House and My Bar. Mainly because that was where I stayed on those first two trips and because it’s a cool, laid-back place with lots of character. This morning, for the first time since Cayman Cowboys was released, I’m back on Grand Cayman. It’s sunny and gorgeous, warm with only the slightest of breezes. I’m staring at the 82-degree flat-calm water in front of me and am about to go make a dive. Just the way I remember it.
I’m working on my next novel and it’s coming along nicely. A lot of the action takes place on an island not far from here, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. After some major changes in my life, I lost the motivation to write fiction for a while. Major case of writer’s block. But I’ve crossed that hurdle and the words are flowing again.
With each story, I think I get better at writing and creating characters and scenes. But I owe a lot to this place for getting me started writing about diving. That first book wasn’t a work of  high literature, but it’s a fun story. A friend who lived and still works around the island, visiting regularly, told me “it is so Cayman”. I’ll take that.
Will there be a Cayman sequel? Never say never I guess. Who knows what will happen next? I sure don’t.

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Different Perspectives

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Nearly 22 years ago I made my first scuba dives in Summersville Lake in West Virginia. I’ve made hundreds of dives since then in some amazing places, but that freshwater, manmade lake will always hold a special place in my logbook. I often tell people one of my most memorable night dives was there, lying on my back watching my bubbles rise into the reflection of the full moon on the surface.

I’ve also had the opportunity to dive there with my dad. Definitely one of those father/son moments. When I would come into town, we would grab gear and run up there for a day. Not that much to see, but always fun to blow bubbles and bond for a bit.
An interesting factoid about West Virginia is that there are no natural lakes in the state. The terrain is too vertical. There are lakes all over the place, but they all have a dam at one end where men decided to create them—usually as water reservoirs or for flood control. The dams and spill ways that make them work provide an interesting opportunity for divers. Every year, the US Army Corps of Engineers lowers the water level about 80 feet to “winter pool”. This allows them to hold back water in the winter and spring as heavy rains and snows roll through the area, protecting property downstream. But every 10 years they lower the lake even further –about 130 feet—to perform maintenance on the flood gates and other submerged structures.
What better way to look at your familiar dive sites from a totally different perspective? Take the two photos of my dad for example. One is him tying off a dive flag last summer and the second is him standing beside the same rock with the empty lake in the background.
Another photograph shows Battle Run campground where it juts out into the lake. It’s hard to see in this photograph, but near the bottom are a picnic table and some small concrete statues—between the two large rock outcroppings. These were placed there by some divers I happen to know. When the lake is full, they are more than 100 feet underwater.
I think looking at that hole in the ground where water is supposed to be represents my thoughts on my return to West Virginia in general. It is at once familiar and different. Seen through different eyes and from a different perspective, I’m trying to figure out where I fit in again and how I can be involved.

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Learning from diving

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Last Thursday and Friday, seven teens were certified to dive in Key Largo, Florida. I have no doubt that is an extreme understatement, but, these seven teens were a bit different than the average teen learning to dive. They were all foster kids.

Family Support Services of Northern Florida (an organization that administers the foster care programs in several counties) taught the students to dive as they were about to “age out” of the system. In just a few months, each of these teens would be 18 and no longer covered by the foster care system—effectively out on their own. (From what I understand, Florida has a great support program beyond 18 years old, but their foster families are no longer paid to house and support them.)

A friend I’ve known since elementary school happens to work for the program and invited me to speak to the kids and go diving with them. I hope the kids learned something from what I talked to them about; I’m sure I learned from them.

While the kids were learning to dive and appreciate the ocean and the wonder of a clear water and marine life all around, they were also learning bigger lessons. They were learning about team work and supporting their buddies. They were learning about responsibility.   And they were learning about setting goals. None of these kids have had it “easy”. They’ve grown up without parents. They’ve grown up without family. I’m sure counselors could tell me all the things that does in a person’s mind even when things go relatively smoothly. There is no way it is a good thing for your self esteem.

But these kids had a spark about them, and they were excited. I asked a couple of them if they were nervous about diving off of a boat – thank you Ocean Divers in Key Largo – and they said yes, they were, but they immediately launched into how excited they were to be there and how much fun they were having. It was a whole new world for them.

My talk was about diving, traveling and the opportunities that can come through working in the diving industry. But I also hope I got across the message that whatever they care about—whatever it is that makes them excited—there can be a future in that as well. In diving, there are engineers, designers, graphic artists, marketing people, accountants and every other job description you can think of. Every company needs business people to make it run. I encouraged them to figure out what it was that excited them and to figure out how to apply their own talents to it.

I came away from my time with this group of seven kids energized. They were so excited and happy to be learning to dive. Better yet, they saw opportunities and potentials. They had learned their lessons of responsibility and leadership. They had also learned to look out for each other. Was it perfect? Not hardly. My hat’s off to the chaperones, by the way. I would not have wanted to deal with those seven kids that far from home. But the kids taught me to keep focused and keep moving forward. They weren’t letting the challenges they have faced stand in their way.

So, when I want to complain or let someone else’s anger and negativity get in my head, I’m going to think about those kids. And I’m going to get excited!

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Sea Turtles

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A couple years ago, as I read through the umpteenth Magic Treehouse book with my daughters, I realized that you can communicate important historical or scientific concepts to kids—you just have to make it fun. About that same time, I also remembered that A) I am a writer and B) I make a living talking and writing about diving and the ocean. From there, it was a fairly simple leap to decide to write a children’s chapter book that my girls could read and enjoy.

That was the easy part. The much harder part was thinking about what to actually write about. Even more difficult was how to write it at the appropriate level. I write a lot for adults – and usually that comes in at around the 8th grade level. But when you’re writing for kids it has to be believable and understandable, but not too simple either. Kids will get bored or annoyed when something is too far above them or two far below them.

I finally settled on sea turtles. Most divers will tell you turtles are one of the coolest big critters to see in the ocean. They are infinitely graceful and at ease in the water. They move slowly and majestically – well it seems slow. But if you get in a turtle’s way, or make it uneasy, and you will quickly see it swimming away and there is no chance you’ll ever catch it.

Sea turtles are also endangered. The pressures of human development, trash in the ocean and declining habitats make it important that we protect them. Even more significant, sea turtles are a big, cool creature. And if we protect them, we end up making the oceans better for all the animals –and for us at the same time. In some ways, sea turtles and other large animals become the canaries in the mine. They decline, get sick and die before other animals might, but also while there is still time to correct the damage we have done. Scientists can tell you all the reasons that it is important to protect the ocean and all the ways a healthy ocean supports are lives even if we don’t realize it. But personally, I can’t think of a sadder place than an ocean with no sea turtles.

After the book was finished, friends arranged for me to share the book with the children at Seaside Elementary school in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The kids drew pictures for me to illustrate each chapter. In return, I spent an entire day talking to their classes about sea turtles, diving, writing and everything else they could think of. The pictures they drew became the art used to illustrate the book.

The good people at Oceana believed in this project and took it on as a supplement to their Sea Turtle campaign. They printed 1000 copies of the book and have distributed them at sea turtle functions. But the book is also available online for free. You can download it and share it with your own children.

I have placed a link to the book on my website. Go to www.booksbyeric.com and follow the link from the front page to Oceana’s site. Download the story, email it to friends, neighbors and anyone else you think might be interested. Or, share the link with them. I donated this story to Oceana simply because I want every child in the world to understand and appreciate sea turtles just like my own daughters do..

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