It was a snap decision on a warm August day in 1998 that changed Cory Parsons’s life forever.
A few days earlier, Parsons, a rambunctious 23-year-old adrenaline junkie at the time, rode his motorcycle from Nanaimo to Kelowna to visit family and later meet up with his girlfriend.
The pair went for a stroll along the shore of Lake Okanagan looking for a place to swim. In the distance, the roar of Thunderfest powerboats filled the air, engines straining as their drivers steered them deftly toward the finish line.
Keen to cool off – and show off – Parsons spotted what looked like a deep swimming hole and without hesitation, dove in head first.
It was the last time his legs would ever propel him.