Beneath the Florida sun, a vision takes flight, Dagmar, a beacon of courage, defies the odds day and night. With eyes closed tight, even though wide open she cannot see the sea at bay, she carves through the waves, A testament to a spirit that no storm or obstacle enslaves. Tight grip on the handle, rope tight, pulled behind a speedboat with water and wind in her face. On waterskis she dances, a symphony of grace. Fear’s a phantom vanquished. Replaced by a zen inner space. Her guide, a steady...