Watching David row has earned a spot on my top ten favorite list. There is something about the easy rhythm of his stroke and the relaxed demeanor when taking the bow position he has held for three years. With his tanned face and windswept hair, he looks at home on the river, in the sliver of a boat pulling his oar under the relentless direction of the coxswain. Since it is his responsibility to keep the boat steady, a job David takes seriously, every pull is done to near technical perfection.
David left behind gymnastics, diving and swimming, which ironically we have boxes filled with ribbons and medals he earned, to row. Only once was he in a top boat, and that was a fluke, he is usually shuffled from one boat to another; and there are no glorious accolades or MVP plaques at the crew banquet for David.
Yet every fall and spring David goes back to row simply for the love of it.
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