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I have always loved the water, either if it's drinking or splashing water at my friends. But the truth is, it took me forever, and I mean FOREVER to learn how to swim. I am just not the "swimmer type." It all began in 1st-grade swimming class, the day I almost died.

It was a casual first grade Monday morning at swimming class, and everyone was lined up ready to swim. As I got into the pool, I was scared. My heart seemed to be beating uncontrollably fast. But I took a deep breath, swallowed all the anxiety, hoped for the best, and just started swimming. I regretted the attempt instantly. Each stroke I made just drained my energy even more, and I knew that soon I wouldn't be able to continue. And then, to make things even worse, from behind me came someone swimming incredibly fast. He was like a shark! And quickly, my exhaustion and his blind energy collided with a BOOM!

The two of us had smashed together. Since I was too tired, I couldn't regain my balance, and I just floated there in the water, unable to recover, or to breathe. I didn't struggle, didn't make any sounds, just kept quietly floating in the water. To me, every second feeling like that was unforgettable. It seemed like forever--like hours. I remember thinking "ahh, I'm dying" and those sort of things, but none of them could get through to my body to try to save myself. Then, I just blacked out. I don't remember what happened immediately after that, although I do know that at some point a lifeguard pulled me out of the water and saved my life.

To this day, I still do not know who he is, but I have so much gratitude for that lifeguard stranger who saved my life when I couldn't save myself. He gave me the chance to realize how valuable life is. I know I will remember the lesson from that day always. Life is precious, and can be so easily lost.

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9y ago

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