I will never be a prize-winning swimmer. It still takes about six weeks of practice and focus on coordination before an instruction moves from my ears down to my feet. And then it takes a few months of focus to get everything to more or less work together.
But see this against my background: as a child I was discouraged from participating in sports because I am near-sighted. My siblings excelled in sports. My son was Victor Ludorum in junior and senior school and held - maybe still holds - a swimming record. I, on the other hand, finally learnt to swim just before I became a grandmother.
OK, you got the picture. When this girl told me my worst and most uncomfortable stroke is 'very good' I wanted to jump out of the pool and hug her. Something happened in that moment, and I loved it.
I can still only do about two lengths of breast stroke without rest, but who cares? I can do a lot more on other strokes - and make space for faster swimmers and have a laugh with them.
I can look for a deep metaphysical lesson in this, or just share the moment with you - you will find your own lesson.