Monday, March 28, 2011

Ocean

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On the first day of my vacation, I take a swim out in the ocean. Unknowingly, a strong riptide is out here and it pulls me under the water.

I awake to coughing and spitting of saltwater from my mouth. I am flat on my back, laying on the beach. As people gather around me to see if I'm okay, I see a man make his way out into the water. He dives into the ocean and never rises.

Immediately, I alert everyone that the man might be in danger. But they ignore me. They must think I'm delirious.

Two days later, I see the same man go into the water and never come out. I tell a lifeguard and they search for the man for several hours, but do not find him.

On the last day of my vacation, I see the man again. He dives in the water and I decide to follow him. With snorkel gear on my face and in my mouth I swim out into the water.  After fifteen minutes, I see the man, and I am astounded. He is about thirty feet below me swimming gracefully with some fish. I dive down to get closer to him. His body language tells me he is having a wonderful time and is not concerned with coming up for air. I absent-mindedly forget that the snorkel will fill with water, and I swallowed a big gulp of it.

I awake to coughing and spitting of saltwater from my mouth. I'm flat on my back, laying on the beach. I have just enough time to recover and reach my plane to go home. I never see the man again.