When I think of surfing one of the main thoughts that come to mind is how inclusive the sport is. Every time you paddle out you see so many different types of people, ridiculously young groms that whiz past as you shake your head in disbelief at their talent, old dudes that power past as you struggle to fathom how they are doing it, skinny people, fat people, pretty much every type of person surfs. This crazy assortment of people seems to be part of what unites us and unconsciously creates a sense of community (even if sometimes the community only consists of a herd of neoprene clad surfers bunched up waiting for that perfect wave)
This strange unity and sense of belonging doesn’t happen very often and is not present in most sports or in most situations in life, but with surfing it happens whether you want it to or not. I remember getting this feeling when travelling to Byron Bay (Aus), Byron Bay is a beautiful, hippy little surf town where most people walk around barefoot, live on the beach and think of surfing 24/7.
At the campsite where I was staying, I met a group of guys from Israel, we instantly got on because we had a common interest of waking up a 5am, to run to the beach for that sunrise surf. What was strange about the whole experience wasn’t that they could hardly speak English or that my Hebrew was rubbish, it was strange because we spent almost 3 week as an inseparable pack of surfers and we hardly ever spoke. This became a slight problem when cooking but for the rest of the time it really didn’t matter and in the water I realised that no one needs to speak, the occasional glance when a big set rolls in speaks a thousand words, the yelps and whoops when one of you pulls out of a perfect barrel is the best high imaginable and the Cheshire cat smile and high fives as you wade back to the beach cements why I love to surf but also supports the argument that surfing unites people, excludes no one and you can strangely enjoy it with others without even speaking
Another side to surfing that I really love to see is when people with disabilities get involved, I have read about a number of volunteer-led organisations that are set up to use surfing as a form of therapy, to improve the emotional wellbeing of young people and give them the confidence that they may have lost. This is surfing at its best, supporting people in need and improving their emotional health by having a blast in the water is gold dust and I take my hat off to all the people involved!
I recently saw an absolute gem on YouTube of a hero surfer that helped his friends mum experience surfing, all you need is a board some duck tape and a heart of gold. It is truly inspiring to see other people (not only surf much better than me with someone taped to their back) have the drive to share the experience with others, even when the odds are stacked against you!
I hope you have gone through some similar experiences of surfing, and if not, I hope my rambling has convinced you to grab a board and give it a try!