FBPirate95
Master Chief Petty Officer
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2009
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- 840
I knew going into this weekend that it was going to be bad. We were having problems at work and I knew I'd have to come in a good portion of the weekend, so I was already in a "thrilled" state of mind by Saturday. Well as it turns out it seemed I was going to have a little time on Sunday to take my boat out for the first time. She's been having some mechanical issues that I wanted to check out. Well my wife and I got into a disagreement about the priorities around the house. Meaning she felt we needed to clean, cut grass, landscape, etc. while I had the time. I of course believed the time should be spent on the boat. I lost needless to say. Well as it turns out we did all that and then my wife set up a play date with our kids and our friends kids at the beach.
So at 6pm we show up at the beach (the one beach I usually try to avoid due to crowding) and begin chilling out around the water. The tide had changed and now was starting to come in. I saw some signs in the water showing a rip tide might be possible. I had my kids move away from that area, and we started to throw a football around in the water. As I scanned the people in the water I saw 4 kids that at first glance seemed to be playing about 15 yards away from me. For some reason I glanced back and realized they weren't playing, they were having a hard time staying on the surface. The waves were coming in pretty constant and heavy sets, and the depth had risen pretty quickly. I see a woman trying to get to them and she was yelling for help. The current was strong enough that she was having a hard time getting to them. 1 of the three, a little girl had drifted further away from the others. She was now about 15 yards past them, and I knew the lady couldn't reach her. I looked back at the girl, and she was now going under the surface, and barely catching her breath when she came up. I started out towards her at first, but the tide forced me to have to swim. I got to her in about 20 seconds. About the time I got to her she went completely under and I grabbed her and picked her up out of the water. I started swimming back to shore, carring her up so she could get her breath. I could here her lungs rattling with water in them. We got to the beach, and her and her brothers were able to sit there and cough up whatever water they had in them. I felt good about helping her out. The sad thing is everyone else on the beach just stood there and watched.
Moral of the story is: Things happen for a reason. You may not get to do what you want (go boating) or go where you want, but sometimes you wind up somewhere because you're supposed to be there. That's why I feel I was there. If things aren't going your way, try to look for the good in the situation.
So at 6pm we show up at the beach (the one beach I usually try to avoid due to crowding) and begin chilling out around the water. The tide had changed and now was starting to come in. I saw some signs in the water showing a rip tide might be possible. I had my kids move away from that area, and we started to throw a football around in the water. As I scanned the people in the water I saw 4 kids that at first glance seemed to be playing about 15 yards away from me. For some reason I glanced back and realized they weren't playing, they were having a hard time staying on the surface. The waves were coming in pretty constant and heavy sets, and the depth had risen pretty quickly. I see a woman trying to get to them and she was yelling for help. The current was strong enough that she was having a hard time getting to them. 1 of the three, a little girl had drifted further away from the others. She was now about 15 yards past them, and I knew the lady couldn't reach her. I looked back at the girl, and she was now going under the surface, and barely catching her breath when she came up. I started out towards her at first, but the tide forced me to have to swim. I got to her in about 20 seconds. About the time I got to her she went completely under and I grabbed her and picked her up out of the water. I started swimming back to shore, carring her up so she could get her breath. I could here her lungs rattling with water in them. We got to the beach, and her and her brothers were able to sit there and cough up whatever water they had in them. I felt good about helping her out. The sad thing is everyone else on the beach just stood there and watched.
Moral of the story is: Things happen for a reason. You may not get to do what you want (go boating) or go where you want, but sometimes you wind up somewhere because you're supposed to be there. That's why I feel I was there. If things aren't going your way, try to look for the good in the situation.
