Personal Narrative Essay On Drowning

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I met death. However, of course, I did not leave with him. I was in San diego for a spring break trip, and the day started like any other. It was warm, sunny, and windy day. For entertainment I decided to take a solo kayaking trip out onto a cove. Experienced, I went through the motions of getting out onto the water. I noted that the waves were particularly rough today. I fought through the white caps and made it onto the semi-flat water away from the beach. The sounds, sights, and smells of the ocean entranced me, and I laid back closed my eyes. Seemingly out of nowhere, a rogue wave appeared parallel with me, and heading my direction- fast. I was startled and in my panic I accidentally knocked my oar into the water, and could only watch as it sunk out of reach. Unable to move, I braced for impact. The wave charged, then rammed me with the force of a car. I winced, and without mercy, the wave lifted and then flipped me. When the water cleared, I was upside down. Pain shot through my body, and especially my right upper thigh Legs stuck inside the kayak, panic set in. Millions of thoughts raced through my mind in seconds. This is how I go. Drowning. My worst fear, i’ll be damned. 16 years and it’s over. But I can’t go, i’m not ready, oh god. I struggled, and then slowly stopped. The world was upside down, and I did not move. I abandoned myself. I accepted my fate. My lungs began to sting, as well …show more content…
As I recovered I thought about my close call. I had shaken hands with death, he beckoned me. I almost fell for it too. I had come so close to death that life seemed so much more vibrant, yet fragile. That was the moment that i understood death, not just the concept but the action itself. I became more appreciative, more grateful, and more thankful. I had not only met death- I beat him. 131.4 million deaths per year, but I’m not part of that statistic. I will not do anything less than spectacular with what’s been