When I joined the Coast Guard one of my motivations was to overcome a deepset phobia with swimming pools. I had a wonderfull instructor who took the time to qualify me in the actual, real world saltwater of San Francisco Bay when I admitted this fact. I'm swimming with massive container ships after normal training hours because clorine made me nauseous. I had to jump the tower to stimulate abandon ship procedures. Again, my instructor just splashed enough cheap cologne on me I couldn't smell anything else. We're standing WAAAAAAAAAAAY up there, I'm the last guy to jump and graduate the following week. Then I remembered I was also afraid of hieghts. Instructor gets me into the correct form, holds me on the platform edge and says he will count to ten and push me if I haven't jumped yet. Next thing I know he yells '10!' and I'm hurtling towards eternity and several thousand gallons of clorine. Ironic thing is I spent the next 6 years in the ocean doing it's best to get me killed and still hate swimming pools. go figure <img src="/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />