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Dropping In: Experience the Life You Were Meant to Live
Dropping In: Experience the Life You Were Meant to Live
Dropping In: Experience the Life You Were Meant to Live
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 Dropping In -Experience the Life You Were Meant to Live

Do you live for thrill or for fear?

If somewhere in the depth of your soul you long for more out of life than just playing it safe, getting by – existing, then this book is for you.

Despite what you may think, this book is not about surfing, well not primarily. It’s about living the kind of exhilarating, thrilling, almost too-good-to-be-believed kind of life that’s actually possible.

What surfing represents, and many surfers have experienced, is a feeling called “stoke.” It’s that happiness, that thrill and pure joy that comes when you catch and ride that perfect wave.

Believe it or not, God intends for you to have this kind of life. And yet so often we settle for much less. Dropping In will help you open your heart, mind, and soul to the possibility of living differently.

If standing on the shore of life has lost its appeal and you are ready to experience more, then you’re ready to drop in and catch the wave of God’s divine flow in your life that will keep you smiling!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 1, 2019
ISBN9781732502697
Dropping In: Experience the Life You Were Meant to Live

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    Dropping In - Shane Sebastian

    Water

    Introduction

    Vamonos, Shane! Vamonos! Salta al bote!

    Let’s go, Shane. Let’s go! Get in the boat!

    It was a very warm morning just past five, one of my buddies and I were carrying our surfboards in waist deep water, and our boat driver was encouraging us to jump into his boat before the next set of waves arrived. After settling into our small Panga (a common boat in Central America), we motored around the point for the brief twenty-minute trip up the coast. It was going to be a great day of surfing.

    The surface of the ocean was so clear and smooth it looked like glass. I was with one of my boys and a close friend. We saw dolphins in the distance, a solid four-foot swell was hitting the coast, and we were on the second day of an eight day dream trip to El Salvador. This was going to be the trip of a lifetime, right?

    Wrong.

    After surfing perfect waves for several hours, I paddled into a head high swell that peeled for well over one hundred yards. At the end of the wave, I slipped on the wax on my surfboard and wiped out. My right arm felt numb and tingly, and very painful at the same time.

    I’ve fallen thousands of times over decades of surfing. This time, however, I fell in a way that dislocated my right shoulder. As I was literally dragged on the rocks I was able to pop my shoulder back into place. I struggled back to our boat and asked the driver to pull me up. We sped back to the hotel, and I jumped in a taxi and went to the nearest hospital an hour or so away. The pain, and then the doctor, was very clear in telling me that I would not be surfing again anytime soon. I booked the next flight home.

    In a matter of seconds I went from the happiest person on the planet to feelings of disappointment, anger, and frustration.

    Several days later I found myself in an office I would frequent often the next eight months—physical therapy. My doctor patiently taught me exercises that would help my shoulder heal. With the use of one-pound weights, stretching rubber bands, ice and heat treatment, and rest, my injury slowly (very slowly) rehabilitated. Throughout the process my physical therapist was very clear: there is no magic pill to healing. Do the exercises and rest. Do the exercises and rest. And again. And again. And again.

    Over time the rotator cuffs, fibers, tendons, and muscles in my shoulder and upper back grew. Through all of the exercises I grew.

    This book is written to help you grow. Over years of surfing and growing in a relationship with the creator of the waves, I want to provide you with exercises that can help you grow, too. The Bible is full of writings of rock solid wisdom that help us grow and live out the abundant life we are intended for.

    This is a book about pursuing a life of purpose, deep meaning, connection, impact, and joy. This is a book about a term we will look at in Chapter One—Stoke.

    If somewhere in the depth of your soul you long for more out of life than just playing it safe, getting by – existing, then this book is for you.

    Despite what you may think, this book is not about surfing, well not primarily. It’s about living the kind of exhilarating, thrilling, almost too-good-to-be-believed kind of life that’s actually possible.

    What surfing represents, and many surfers have experienced, is a feeling called stoke. It’s that happiness, that thrill and pure joy that comes when you catch and ride that perfect wave.

    Believe it or not, God intends for you to have this kind of life. And yet so often we settle for much less. Dropping In will help you open your heart, mind, and soul to the possibility of living differently.

    If standing on the shore of life has lost its appeal and you are ready to experience more, then you’re ready to drop in and catch the wave of God’s divine flow in your life that will keep you smiling.

    Thanks for paddling out with me. Let’s drop in together.

    I grew up forty-five minutes from the ocean. Most of my summers were spent going to the beach. I would hitch rides with my family, our church youth group, public transportation, or my friends. One afternoon, after my freshman year of college, my best friend and I drove to our favorite beach in North County, outside San Diego.

    As usual, we stopped at the Solana Beach Donut House and ate a ridiculous amount of sugar, downed it all with a healthy Mountain Dew, and rushed out of the car to retrieve our boards. At this point in surfing, I was still bodysurfing and bodyboarding. Before I had time to change into my wetsuit, my friend Jim locked my bodyboard in the cab of his truck and gave me his extra surfboard. Jim looked at me and said in no uncertain terms, Too bad, Shane. No bodyboarding for you this time. Today you are going to stand up.

    I am forever indebted to Jim.

    A short time later, I nervously, yet expectantly, sat outside of the breaking surf waiting for a wave. A smaller set of waves approached. I paddled, felt the wave begin to catch me, and jumped to my feet. Though I probably looked like a kook (more on that word later in the book), I felt like I was the best surfer in the world. I rode the wave for perhaps four or five seconds, kicked out, and immediately looked around to see if anyone had seen my wave (unfortunately, no one

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