The reason for going to the North Shore was to take some photos of people jumping off a rock into the sea. Which could be fun and exciting or really really dangerous. And honestly, this isn't about flinging oneself into the air and crashing into the surf below...nope it's about people.
You see, I climbed to the top of the rock, camera gear in tow, to get a shot from the top looking down as the diver dove off the rock. This is when I noticed a young college aged kid, who had had more than a few beers ready himself to jump off. He wasn't a local kid as evidenced by his freshly sunburned skin and shock of red hair. The locals knew that trying to persuade him that jumping might not be the best choice, wasn't the best option. Heck, he'd probably kill himself trying to climb off the rock. So, instead they showed him the safest place to jump from...and more importantly many of them jumped in the water and formed a ring of safety for the guy to jump into. So, the kid jumped and the kids in the water down below made sure he made it to the surface and then...stayed with him until he made it safe to shore. They didn't know him. They'd only just met him. In an instant all the talk about everyone being related in Hawaii wasn't just a marketing slogan. It was real. Which is pretty cool. So, I'd like to say thanks to those kids. What you did was awesome.
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