As it is human nature that emotions run deep on the loss of a loved one, a mentor, a friend , a hero , a leader or anyone that we hold in high esteem, their passing on causes us to wonder why or how. I have seen on this forum and others forums, people expressing a great love and respect for this man. At the same time threads of accident analysis have begun. I have no problem with either but I see emotions and bickering have been initiated on the TDS and it can possibly happen here. I thought how about a thread that in it, we can all share some story or insight to honor the life of Wes Skiles, something that can make us smile, laugh, cry or go wow. Please understand I mean no disrespect, what I have experienced in the few times I have been in his company is a man who liked to laugh, have a good time, passionate in his beliefs , loved his family/friends, unselfish and gracious in his ways. Here is one of my Wes stories.
I think it was in 2003 that I volunteered for a clean up at a spot called Vampire Sink in High Springs. Basically some dry cavers and wet cavers were supposed to meet and pick up trash where people had been using as an unofficial dump site. I was an intro level cave diver at that time , green as can be. Well I pulled up to the spot and joined the others waiting for the organizers to show up. Well it turned out to be Wes and Brian((FSS) , with no hesitation the cleanup began, people with bags picking up trash , people with chain saws cutting out trees that had fallen and me standing around looking lost( I knew no one there), then a loud voice says " what are you doing get down there and help pull out that wash tub" it was Wes. The trail that leads to the bottom of the sink is steep, narrow and has loose gravel and tree roots. So I go down and up about a dozen times hauling junk up to a dumpster then down again. I guess i was tired or just clumsy but on a steep section going down I trip on a root and start to go down hard, as I try to stop all I'm doing is slipping and my feet can't move fast enough, people are getting out of the way to avoid me taking them down with me and rightly so. Next thing I know an arm juts out and clotheslines me, BAMM...next thing I know I'm on my ass on the ground. The fateful fall is over and as I pull my jaw back in place a hand reaches down , picks me up and I hear "..its not break time yet". It was Wes, quite possibly saved my butt from a serious injury or worse. Later that day , I think after noticing my CDS t shirt, he assigned me the task of assisting a cavediver that would be doing the underwater cleanup. I got to meet and work with the Godmother of cavediving , Cindy Butler. While she dove and I held her rope, Wes came down to the water and we BS'd for awhile, I was in awe that the legend was so humble and natural, he asked about my jaw, we laughed, I thanked him. The whole day he was talking and directing, keeping things positive and lively with the volunteers. I thought later here is a guy who probably has a million other options for a Saturday but he choose to sweat and assist at some cleanup with a bunch of average joes. Later I would recognize that spot in Waters Journey, where Jill and Tom surface to some floating trash and a car battery. The man has an charisma that was infectious to all.
Allright anybody else...



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