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Originally posted by skysooner
Three years ago I was in Cancun with my wife, and we were trying to swim to a sand bar off-shore. The tide was pulling us sideways quite fast, and the sand bar was angling away from us. I was only about 15 feet from the edge of it when I just reached a point where I couldn't go any farther. My wife had made the sandbar and had to turn around to get me. I was just floating. She tried to yell for help but most of the people around us didn't speak English. Finally they figured out what was happening and all I could do was just try and relax enough so I didn't pull them down with me. They pulled me to shore and I had to stay on the edge of the surf for about 45 minutes before I could move. That was probably the scariest as I had basically almost given up, and it seemed to take forever.
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Same thing happened to me! I was off the coast of California, got caught up in a rip current and was slowly being dragged out to sea. I soon ran out of energy and had pretty much succumbed to my fate when my older cousin swam out and saved me. It was at this moment that I realised that I didn't have complete control over my own life (in the sense that I could not have saved myself if I had wanted too), and that my life in part depended upon the will of those people around me.