Why the Water Calls to Everyone

There’s a stillness you feel when you’re out on the water that’s unlike anything else on earth—it’s almost sacred. I remember my first time kayaking as a kid in Toronto; the city’s noise just melted away, replaced by the rhythmic dip of my paddle and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull. That feeling of freedom, of being suspended between sky and water, is something I’ve chased ever since. But here’s the thing I’ve learned over decades of reading poker tables and human hearts: that freedom shouldn’t be a luxury reserved for the able-bodied.