This is a true story

byAnyii

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4 years ago

No summer without being grateful for so many summers :-)

It happened long time ago, but its vivid memory "accompanied" me along the time and the thought that the whole story could have ended in a tragic way still sends shivers down my spine. I have always been fascinated by water probably because, at least at a subconscious level, I tend to associate it with my reflexive nature while contemplating the sparkling surface of the water with its continuous waves sending silent invitations for anyone willing to venture into the unknown. As a child, I had no idea about the hidden dangers of the water and I have never had the predilection to associate water with loneliness like Virginia Woolf or with fury or rage like Shakespeare. I must admit though the fact that, as a fervent reader, I love and even memorize as many quotes as possible.

I was spending my summer holiday with my family at the seaside. It all happened during a fresh summer morning. I still remember how impressed I was by the sun that was burning in an unusual way and by the beach that looked more animated than ever before. I didn't know how to swim, but I couldn't stay away from the water either. The wet and sparkling sand gently caressed my feet, guiding me and seducing me, eventually convincing me that I really needed to fully embrace the water, feeling deeply sorry at the same time that I hadn't had the ambition to learn how to swim. External stimuli invaded my senses: other children's laughter, the gentle touch of some little jellyfish and the mild and sweet smell of the sea breeze captivated me beyond all measure. All of a sudden, I couldn't feel the sand under my feet anymore. All I could feel was an instantaneous and merciless fall into an endless pit. The thought that I was about to die by drowning literally paralyzed me.

I tried to shout for help, but the aggressive waters disapproved my attempt. How could it be possible that such a fascinating meeting with the sea eventually turn into a suffocating torture? I felt frustrated and incredible alone until a strong arm grabbed me and lifted me above the water. The kind voice of the person who saved me still reverberates in my ears over and over again, advising me to be more careful with my adventures. I really wish I could turn back time and show my gratitude towards my savior. I'd probably be incapable of uttering too many words, but one thing I am sure of: it would be the only moment when a simple "THANK YOU" could easily turn into the most precious gift I've ever offered.