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On a Ski and a Prayer : Speedboat, Towrope Led Blind Water-Skier Into New Life

August 15, 1985|DICK WAGNER | Times Staff Writer

Sleep had become impossible so Harry Cordellos lay awake on a boat Friday morning and tried not to go nuts thinking about what the ocean, which had once punished him, had in store for him this time.

In a couple of hours Cordellos would lock his size-12 feet on a varnished wood plank and try to water-ski 31 1/2 miles from Santa Catalina Island to Long Beach in less than an hour and a half.

He had done it almost two years ago in 3 hours and 21 minutes, which he considered embarrassing although he had no illusions of matching the pace of the top skiers--less than an hour to Catalina and back.

Still, everybody told him how great his time was, considering that he is blind.

But Cordellos thought it was hardly worthy of praise.

He had fallen 30 times.

"I swallowed about half the Catalina channel," he said.

That was more than enough salt water to make him sick.

He also had to get in the boat four times to rest because his arms gave out.

And he was chased by a shark.

"A miserable day," he said.

Now his day of redemption had arrived. There was never any doubt it would.

In his book, "Breaking Through: The Autobiography of The World's Greatest Blind Athlete," Cordellos wrote:

"Over the years I have been able to develop the faith and strength to face disappointment and frustration with determination that I will somehow win in the end."

At 6:30 a.m. the only sound in sleeping Avalon harbor is the engine of the 38-foot cabin cruiser that will pull Cordellos.

The driver is Bob Nordskog, 72, a boat-racing champion from Tarzana. Also aboard are Nordskog's grandson, Eric Nordskog, 23, of Tarzana, an accomplished water-skier, and Elmore Nelson, 66, of Marina Del Rey, who will time the crossing.

"I guess we're getting down to that moment when there's only one thing left to do--that's do it," Cordellos says as he puts on a yellow life jacket.

He is 47 years old with a tanned and firm 6-foot, 165-pound body.

The boat reaches the starting point, the motor is cut and Cordellos, anxious to get rid of the lump in his stomach he awoke with, says, "OK, I'm going overboard."

He feels around for his ski and climbs down the ladder into the gray water.

"It's cool, but it's pleasant," he says.

The boat's motor revs up.

"We're getting ready to pull--are you ready?" Eric Nordskog says through a bullhorn.

Cordellos, more than 100 feet behind the boat, grabs the two handles of the blue and white towrope and yells, "Hit it."

"He's up, Bob," Nelson hollers.

Shafts of light from a hidden sun brighten the horizon as Cordellos, in the center of the boat's wake of white foam, heads 25 miles per hour toward a sea that, thankfully, is smooth.

"This is my first love," Cordellos said over dinner last Thursday night. "I would rather water-ski than eat three meals a day."

The sport changed his life.

On Aug. 17, 1958, at Pedro Lake in the Sierra, Cordellos, a young man headed for blindness, water-skied for the first time.

By that day, glaucoma had almost permanently fogged his eyes despite more than a dozen operations. But when his skis leveled off on the surface, that ceased to matter.

He described the feeling in his book:

"We were headed directly toward the sun and all that I could see, except for my hands on the ski rope handle, was a golden pathway of light leading in the direction of the boat. I couldn't have been happier; the golden pathway of sunlight was leading me to a new way of life. Thank God I stuck with it and did not give up.

"Water-skiing had seemed so threatening and daring . . . . Now I was doing the same thing blind. Blind . I thought how insignificant that word was now. There was no such thing as a limit anymore."

And there wasn't. In the ensuing years, Cordellos, who was shy and fumbling as a boy and whose poor vision ruled out participation in sports, became a remarkable athlete. Today, his body--only 7% of which is fat--would be the envy of much younger men, blind or sighted.

He has excelled in distance running (a 2-hour, 57-minute marathon), snow skiing and diving.

Those successes have inspired him to inspire others through writing and lecturing, which is how he makes his living.

Catalina is a ghost in the distance as Cordellos speeds along. ( The impression I get is that of flying, I have to convince myself I'm not going faster than I am. )

Bob Nordskog turns from the wheel to look at the skier.

"I don't know how he does it," he says. "He has to have a tremendous sense of balance."

Eric Nordskog directs the bullhorn toward Cordellos.

"Move to your left a touch," he says.

Cordellos obeys. (There is not blackness. You never lose the mental images of color. I picture the ocean as green, blue out farther, and the white foam coming at me.)

Bob Nordskog spots a Navy cruiser ahead and to the right.

From the bridge, Nelson confirms, "There is a wake."

"Don't tell him about the wake yet, wait till we get there," the captain says.

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