That day, I almost died.
But I decided to live. I chose to use this second chance and make the most of my life.
Giggle and sound of waves around me, getting carried away by play in the sand and shallow waters, not noticing that I am going deeper and deeper. The red flag is in the wind, it's not allowed to swim. The play turned into a scream and wave took me away. In a second, no one noticed. A blissful unconsciousness, quiet yet deep. It seemed like an eternity, but soon my absence was noticed. Floating like a leaf on top of the sea. What did i see? Why did I choose to live?
Strong hands took my tiny body towards the beach. Everyone's faces looked worried but I was still in a bliss. Noise came back to my ears, and a sharp, painful breath, like being born again filled my lungs. Salty, I came back to life.
Today 26 years later, I still find that bliss every time i float on the sea. I know, seems unreal, how can I love what almost killed me that day during play? But I do, because I got a second chance. A chance to breathe, to hear, to feel, and to be here.
