I am writing this while
sitting on the beach, overlooking Monterey Bay. I was reflecting on my life and
the path, which lead me full circle to this very spot on the beach.
I first visit Monterey,
California when I was six years old, during a trip to visit family in San Jose.
The city and surrounding area on the coast of California is historic and
beautiful. The city is somehow both, quiet and filled with life. We went to the
Monterey Bay Aquarium, where I saw the life that lives in the ocean for the
first time. I remember gazing into the tanks marveling at the underwater world
in awe.
I saw my first shark that day, and I will never forget the moment, as
it sparked a life long love affair with the ocean, the environment, and
biodiversity. The shark was so smooth, she moved so easily and quickly through
the water, I had to know more.
I spent the next several
years of my life obsessively learning everything I could about the ocean. I
read every book, and watched every documentary I could get my hands on in the
library. I begged my parents to take me to the ocean; at every chance I was
underwater, snorkeling, swimming and marveling at a world so very different
from ours. At 12 (the then minimum age
for a certification), while on a family vacation in Hawaii, I became a
certified PADI Open Water Diver. I saved for two years to pay for the training
costs; indeed many of my decisions in my early years were driven by my passion
for the ocean.
I spent many summers diving
in Hawaii, in love with the colors of the coral and the fish. As I grew older I
began to see the correlation between the health of our oceans and the influence
of human impact. My understanding of an ecosystem in or out of balance became
apparent in other biomes as well. A born and raised Arizonan I could see our
desert withering in the way of rapid sub-urban growth. The ocean was only one
of many ecosystems in peril. As a teenage this angered me.
Time marched on, I moved
forward with my life. I went to university and obtained a masters degree. I
found myself moving into adulthood and completely disconnected from nature and
the ocean. Life was in the way. So I quit, I quit it all. I returned to my
first love, the ocean.
I travelled around the world
carrying on an international love affair with coral reefs,
deserts, rainforests, glaciers, jungles, savannahs, and every other diverse and
magical land our planet has to offer. I traveled for years, across entire
continents, and then it happened, after several months in Southeast Asia, while
sitting on the beach in Thailand (apparently I do a lot of thinking at the
beach); I knew where I wanted to go with my life. I had been around the globe
in the last two years, during which I worked and traveled through 15 states
and 18 countries. A common theme emerged: American’s are wasteful. In Canada,
our northern counterpart, efforts to recycle, conserve and reduce environmental
impact were apparent everywhere. In rapidly developing countries like
Guatemala, and Thailand there was strategic development that left room for
nature, people (including the wealthy) were more careful about what and how
they consumed resources.
In countries with widespread poverty
and income disparity, like Cambodia and South Africa, water and food security
took a central focus; mass consumption had not yet trumped necessities. While
working in Utila, Honduras I repeatedly found myself without access to fresh
water, the little island just seemed to run out. Water to drink was expensive
and forget a 15 minute hot shower. Nonetheless, despite hardship, the people of
these nations were happy. They didn’t need a car for every person in their
household. They could live happy full successful lives with much less.
Seeing this had a huge impact
on me. It changed how I view “stuff” and how I consume. The lessons I learned from traveling the world
brought me to where I am today. Studying Environmental Science and getting
ready to apply for graduate programs in environmental sustainability. I believe
we can all live more sustainable lives and I want to be a part of that change.
And to think it all started
with a shark.
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