The Second Wave
A man stood in the surf watching the waves come in. He saw a large wave approaching, planted his feet firmly, took on a boxer's stance, and waited. The wave broke and crashed over him.
Still standing, he yelled: "Yes, I've got this! The ocean can't beat me!"
He turned, watching the beach, the ocean behind him. The surf washed around his calves, In and out, in and out, six small gentle rollers. The second large wave rose behind him.
The wave crashed into him. He was blindsided, fell, and was dragged across the rocks and shells on the bottom. He got to his knees, then stood, sputtering and trying to get his breath, bloodied from head to toes.
Be vigilant, or the second wave could take you down.