I am afraid of the ocean.It is a beautiful creation, but it is dangerous at times.Do you remember back in 2012 when we had Hurricane Sandy?I had my aunt who is now deceased, living in Coney Island.My oldest cousin was also living there.They had to go stay with others on higher ground due to that.When they returned to their home,they came back to destruction.They lost the furniture, religious material they kept on shelves in a spare guest room, along with their refrigerator.They had to apply for Fema along with using homeowners insurance to rebuild.Also when I was a child,I would have dreams that I was in a cylinder, and the ocean was on either side.I really don’t know where this fear of it came from, but I remain terrified of this big body of water.
I have overcome my fear of this very huge body of water a little.That happened because a friend of mine had passed away from a very severe heart condition.He was cremated and we scattered his ashes into the ocean at Coney Island.Another friend of mine states that I shouldn’t go around the ocean at night.