Country Living
Country Living, Country Skills
Country People - A Country Living Resource and Community
Message Board
Country Topics
Trading Post
Memory Lane
Country Skills
Country Cooking

The Kitchen

Photo Gallery
Vintage Photos
Special Collections

Country Humor
Country Sounds
Coloring Book
Interactive Story

Farm Tractors
Tractor Parts
Tractor Manuals

Classic Trucks
Antique Tractors
Modern Tractors
Site Map
Links Page
Contact Us

Country Discussion Topics
To add your comments to this topic, click on one of the 'Reply' links below.

Near drowning experiences?
[Return to Topics]

Cindi    Posted 08-19-2003 at 05:35:06       [Reply]  [No Email]
I was watching a documentary on hurricanes last night. As scared as I am of violent weather I cannot NOT watch these programs about hurricanes and tornados. I perpetuate my own terror by immersing myself in first hand accounts of people who survive these horrible natural disasters.

A woman was talking about her near drowning experience. I can't quote her verbatim, but basically she said that storm surge plowed her house over and the next thing she knew she was in over her head, and her lungs were full of seawater. 'It wasn't so bad', she said, 'in fact for a minute there, I thought I could actually breathe the water. I don't think drowning would be so bad'.

What happened was that the water was so churned up due to the storm, that it had a high level of oxygen mixed in and for a few seconds she actually could breathe the water. It wasn't til she found higher ground that she was able to cough and gag and expel the actual liquid that was in her lungs.

I had a near drowning experience and I can tell you that it IS so bad. Under normal circumstances, the water is not packed full of air and when it goes into your lungs it is awful. I was about six and swimming in the lake at Temple Texas. I got out too far, got tired and was sinking fast.

I could see my father and mother on the beach each time I came up for another frantic breath of air. By the time my father reacted I knew that there was no way he was going to reach me in time, so I pretty much gave up and let myself slide under for the last time, went limp as a dishrag, gave myself over to Jesus.

Just when I had relaxed and allowed the water to enter whichever port it chose to enter, I felt a hand supporting my scrawny little bikini clad bottom. The hand was huge, felt like I was seated comfortably on a bar stool. Up, up, up, I went and then, my head broke the surface. I gagged and puked and drew in great lungfuls of sweet hot August air, while my extremities locked up, all my energy focused on getting air in and out.

I looked frantically about for a face to connect to the hand and then I found him. He looked like Captain Kangaroo with no clothes. Big burly blonde man with a handlebar moustache and more curly hair on his chest than I've seen on a lot of dogs.

"You like to not made it, little darlin'." he rumbled in a soft Texas drawl. I threw my arms around his neck and held on for dear life, still sputtering and spouting lake water.

"I got you, I got you, I won't let you go." He reassured me. About that time my father got there and collected me. I applied myself to him like a trembling second skin while he shook hands with the Captain and exchanged a few words.

I spent the rest of the afternoon playing at the edge of the water. No more swimming for me.

My husband and I agree that the worst part about potential drowning is the terror of fighting to keep it from happening, fighting for all you're worth to keep your head above water. I do remember a tentative peace once I gave up and just let go. At that point I already had a double lungful of water and I guess really at the moment it seemed that death would not be so bad, but then I assumed I had no other alternative. I'm not so sure it was peace I was experiencing, as much as resignation.

I have since learned to swim like a fish and to teach my kids how to survive in the water. Not just to swim, but to think and to be safe. How to tread water if there's no way to get out, how to pace themselves if they have to swim a long distance. Funny how those things we experience in life can impact us for years and years and years, and all those around us.

Ethan    Posted 04-17-2004 at 13:58:07       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I nearly drowned once. I was about 5-6 years old and i remember it vividly. My dad sat me down on the side of the pool and told me to stay there. of course it was a hotel pool and there were people swimming around the deep end of the pool. So he walked away and kinda left me there thinking, well gee, those people are swimming around why cant I? So I pushed myself off the side of the pool and into the water. To my surprise I couldn't stand up. I wasn't so scared as adults usually are, probably because i didn't know i COULD drown and I wasn't afraid of death at that point either. So i pushed myself off the side and remember feeling cushioned, comforted even, by the water. I took a few breaths while I looked at the dazzling surface of the water from the underside of it. As the surface slipped farther away I remember a great sense of peace, and ease. I was entranced by the feeling of the water and the view of the underside of the surface. Then, I remember waking up in the hospital. Now I am 16. My mom says that when she was with me in the hospital I told her that I was just playing "ball" with three other children in a wonderfull place somewhere. In the middle of the game they told me i had to go "back". I replied that I didn't want to, but since they asked me to I would. Of course I cant remember telling her this, I also cant remember nearly anything from 5 months or so after the experience in the water. Oh well... If I had to die today, and I had my choice, I would want to drown. The water back then felt like a cool embrace, and i can only assume it would today. At the same time that I had this experience, my sister was around the world with the military asleep. She said that, and she found it quite frightening, during the same time that I was drowning she was dreaming, of being under water, slowly sinking, while watching the surface of the water drift slowly away, and feeling a sense of utter peace and comfort. My sister has had all kinds of strange dreams that have proven themselves to be true, and always of something bad. She is currently a liutentant stationed on Hawaii. I look back on it today and the whole situation is still a little creepy. If anyone had any similar drowning experiences I would like to hear about them if you would take the time to write me. I have always kinda felt like the only one in this boat. And no, I did not make up a word of what is typed here.

Okie-Dokie    Posted 08-19-2003 at 16:42:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
On R&R I was swimming in the North China Sea when I noticed I was surrounded by water snakes. They were everywhere, and being a teen ager, all I knew about snakes was what I knew from growing up in Okla. and dealing with rattlers and copperheads, I just kind of panicked and started to swim the wrong direction for shore. When I figured out what a bone head move that was, I almost gave out befor getting out of the water.

Brad in IN    Posted 08-19-2003 at 16:13:31       [Reply]  [No Email]
I haven't posted for a while. I see a lot of new names here.
A friend of mine was on Good Morning America today for bringing a child back to life.
He is a Firefirghter who was off duty and a neghbor rushed to him because a little girl had drowned in a pool. He gave her CPR and she seems to have recovered.
I am on a dive rescue team. In the near drownings I have read into, most of the victims describe it being peaceful at the end, then blacking out. they are rescued and recover to tell the tale.

newgen    Posted 08-19-2003 at 05:54:27       [Reply]  [No Email]
No offense Cindi but it looks like you started being a klutz at an early age! (just kidding} By the way--what ever happened with your new neighbor and the sign?

Cindi    Posted 08-19-2003 at 06:07:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well at least I come by it honestly. (smile)

The sign is still standing, the weather has been really wet, too wet to do anytihg out doors, so, thus far, it is a stalemate situation.

newgen    Posted 08-19-2003 at 07:37:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well I'm a klutz too--I've been mauled by a cow, run over by a tractor, run over by a semi, tangled with a chainsaw, had a ruptured appendix, and a whole lot lot of minor stuff too numurous to mention. To me the fact that I'm still here to tell about it is just even further proof that there is a God.

ret    Posted 08-19-2003 at 09:08:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
Hate to bust your bubble, but what about those who don't make it through an accident. Are you better than they? Don't think god has anything to do about it

[Return to Topics]

[Home] [Search]

Copyright © 1999-2013
All Rights Reserved
A Country Living Resource and Community