Today, at eighty-six years old, the adventure begins again for me, but rarely alone and only occasionally with my beloved turtles. Now I mostly swim with the Old Ladies Against Underwater Garbage. I show them, and all who watch, what happens when you dive into life and are stopped in your tracks by a bird, a butterfly or an old gray turtle with silver and white markings on his snout. Out of the blue comes a sudden shiver followed a moment of astonished understanding.
