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my past. After everything I experienced, it was difficult to transition back to the civilian lifestyle. In all honesty, if it wasn’t for whitewater kayaking, it would have made the transition more difficult. Kayaking, for me, is how I escape. I love the heart pumping adventure of being in the middle of nowhere, locked into deep canyon walls with nothing but massive whitewater ahead and a small group of people who you can trust with your life. You get out of it what you put in, just like the military. The other paddlers become your brothers and the river becomes your battlefield. Plan your route, be on point, and stick your line. You are counting on your brothers and praying you make it out.
It all sounds good in theory, but just like in a combat zone, the situation can have you scrambling and holding on with everything you got. Counting on your buddies and praying you make it out. There is no greater feeling then coming out of such chaos with some of your closest friends, with your brothers, who without a doubt, become like your family, and overcoming something you didn't think you could. When we're running a huge waterfall, you're like, 'I don't know if I can do this, but I trust these people to do the