She stood there for a moment, toes curled over the edge of the top step, wetsuit zipped, not quite ready to step in. The water was 55 degrees. You could feel the anticipation. She stepped in. Nothing, not a classroom, not a book, not even the best lesson ever designed, could have prepared her for what happened next. There is something that shifts when learning stops being something you hear and becomes something you feel. She touched them first. Gently. Carefully. That moment
