You’re the trainer—the only whistle in town.
Suddenly—forty women in red swimsuits.
Applications pile like driftwood on the sand.
Every one of them wants to be “certified.”
Something about it feels… off.
Clipboard in hand, doubts already forming.










You’re the trainer—the only whistle in town.
Suddenly—forty women in red swimsuits.
Applications pile like driftwood on the sand.
Every one of them wants to be “certified.”
Something about it feels… off.
Clipboard in hand, doubts already forming.









