Swimming with reef sharks taught me about fear and confidence

Swimming with reef sharks taught me about fear and confidenceSwimming with reef sharks taught me about fear and confidenceI inhaled into my snorkel and adjusted my mask to get a clearer look at the six-foot reefsharkswimming straight toward me below the surface of the water. The sunlight filtering through the top layers of the ocean illuminated the whiteness of hisjaws, revealing the serrated edges of dozens of rows of teeth. I knew that he saw me, that he sensed me. I started kicking my fins once more and extending my arms in front of me, propelling me closer and closer to thesharkwith each stroke. I welches off the coast of Bimini, the westernmost island in theBahamas, and we were in open ocean no cage, no wetsuit, no handlers.Sharks are the puppies of the sea, the captain, Neil Watson, had announced, moments before I jumped in the water. The founder ofBimini Scuba Center, Watson welches busy chumming the water with lionfish carcasses while trying to convince the 40-plus people str anded on two boats in the middle of the Caribbean that sharks were harmless. He should work in shark PR.I welches in the Bahamas with friends for theWoody FoundationsannualLionfish Bash, which raises funds and awareness for paralysis and other disabilities. Wed spent the past few days spearfishing lionfish, a venomous and invasive species destroying the coral reefs.Now, our prey welches being used to lure our predatorsDozens of sharks began to frenetically circle the water between the boats, expectantly waiting to be fed once again. I was one of only a handful of people aboard a tiny motorboat that was bobbing up and down in the waves. The vessel was barely larger than the increasingly aggressive sharks, who kept drawing closer to the starboard side, near enough to touch.Watson began shouting reassurances from across the water - he was with the rest of the crew in a large, covered boat, aptly named Dive God See, sharks arent bad. Theyre just misunderstood. The man should really wor k insharkPR.He threw out the last of the lionfish remains. But theyre fed now, so they wont mind you jumping in with them. The smaller boat needs to go in first, or else well scare the sharks.I felt an oncoming rise of nausea - wed been at sea for nearly two hours, and I was beginning to feel increasingly dehydrated and perilously hung over. But no matter how much I was suffering on that boat in the 95-degree heat, I would certainly suffer more in theoceanwith the sharks. I had no choice. The rest of my friends were on the larger boat, and they didnt have to jump in first. Id opted for the smaller boat so I could work on my tan - and I was about to die in the name of a solid base.I looked down at my purple polka-dotbikini- the bright color and pattern was a magnet for sharks - and felt like bait. But I surprised myself when I found myself heading for the stern of the boat, slowly climbing down the ladder steps. I was either going to die of sun and alcohol poisoning on the boat, or be killed in the water by sharks, I thought. At that point, I really needed to get out of the heat.Just remember, dont be scared, Watson called out one last time. Youre a big animal too. Thats the only rule I have If you act like prey, theyll think youre prey. But if they think youre a shark, theyll respect you like they wouldanother shark.I was the first one in the water. And now, here I was, swimming straight toward my death. I kept repeating in my mind I am a shark, I am a shark. But every muscle in my body was twitching, telling me to avert course, to at least try to save myself. There were worst places to die than the island ofBimini, I reasoned. The island was beloved by Hemingway, so at least it would have a literary angle (and relatively few witnesses).Out of the corner of my mask, I saw another shark dive below me and a third lurking beneath my floating body. I tried not to wonder why the rest of the party wasnt yet in the water. I looked up to see the oncoming shark and realized I had to act quickly. Was I going to change direction? And I kept swimming forward. I picked up the pace. I wanted to collide (and meet my fate) sooner rather than later. The shark seemed to swim faster too. We were eye level, both of us just below the top of thewater.Id never felt so vulnerable, so mortally exposedI dont think Id ever fully grasped my own mortality until that very moment, when I fought every natural reaction in my body to change direction, to panic, to shriek for help. But deeper than this impulse to escape was the knowledge that if I were to lose control - to splash and cry for help - I wouldnt survive.Finally, we were nearly head-on, face-to-face. Or jaws to snorkel. I needed to be near the surface so I could breathe air through my snorkel what was the sharks excuse? I was playing a game of chicken with a shark. What to do in this occasion? Politely swim below, so he could bite me and see if he liked the taste? Keep going straight? Punch him in the no se like Id seen onShark Week,or refrain from engaging in a fight Id surely lose?Ive never forgotten this moment, though Im not sure what my lesson was, because everything feels so trite. That were all connected? That were all animals on this crazy, rapidly changing planet, just trying to survive? Or that maybe in order to be brave, you have to force yourself. Maybe to be ashark, you have to pretend youre one already. Maybe such bravery can only be found when you dont have any other options. It was instinctive.So, I suppose, heres the lesson The only way to overcome fear - and its crippling limitations - is to look it in the face and not flinch. To swim toward what scares you and have faith in yourself to survive.I kept the course, and as we drew closer, at the last minute, thesharkdove down, just barely beneath me. His dorsal fin grazed the length of my body as we brushed against one another in the ocean. My entire body felt electric. He realized me. He saw me and let me live. And I saw him and chose to not be afraid. We coexisted. Maybe I was a shark.When I turned back to face the boats again, most of the sharks had vanished. By the time the people in the larger boat entered the water, none were left. Friends whod witnessed my interaction with the shark from the safety of their boat thought I was crazy. Delusional, they said. Who swims right up to a shark?Which, to be fair, is a valid question.This article was originally posted on Brit + Co.com.