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Looking down from the diving platform, what seemed to be miles down to the water. The thought of jumping off scared her to the bone.

“You can do it, kiddo,” her father shouted.

Her legs rumbled underneath; she knew it would be alright; her father was with her. No matter what she did. Riding a bike or trying dance classes, he was with her every time.

With that, she closed her eyes and greeted the water with a compelling victory over fear. She heard her father, a memory she had played many times, telling her how proud he was.