Where to begin, I don't know. Tears feel like falling, they have all day. Sometimes I'm really strong though and it feels like just another day. But today was really different. Somewhere near the end of a 2.4 mile swim I did that thing I do- flip over, look up to the sky, think about how blessed my life is, then let go of anything that is causing me too much thinking. Too much thinking was taking over my morning, it felt like I was 17 again questioning if God can hear me, maybe I should try yelling?
Okay, I;ll try to get this out, only because one of the firemen told me not to hold it in, to talk about it. Near the end of the pier, where the big school of fish always hang out, I saw a woman that looked like a snorkler. It was odd to me that she was dressed in clothes, a red t-shirt and long shorts. Maybe nobody else would think anything of it, but that much clothes on in the ocean had me curious. I swam over to her and grabbed her foot. Then I shook her and asked if she was okay, I flipped her over and she looked at me. That was the really alarming part, her look right into my eyes. I thought for sure she was alive, just really tired because her face was a look of relief, like finally somebody came for her. So I grabbed her and kept saying, "I got you, I'll help you, you'll be okay, don't worry, I got you, I got you, hang on." I held her under my right arm and it felt like she was holding on to me too. I just swam as hard as I could towards all the people on the pier, then I saw a boat coming out.
I kept swimming towards the boat, telling the woman we are almost there and not to worry. When the boat gets closer I start waving and screaming for them to help us. They come to us and girl dives off the boat and grabs the woman from me, they get her on the boat and begin CPR right away. I'm just holding onto the boat praying and crying. Then a man pulls me on the boat. I'm trying not to throw up because it was really gross seeing all the water coming out of the woman's mouth. I touch the woman just trying to let her know that I'm still there. Then everything just happened so fast I don't even remember. 3 firemen come on the boat, I know all 3 of them and really wanted to hug them and scream. But they were working and it was about saving a life. Until this moment I always admired firemen, they get to save lives. I don't even remember them taking her off the boat, I just remember looking up and they were gone. My body went through the motions, rinse off, grab my towel, go to the car. It did all that, like a regular day. Except it wasn't. Everyone was asking what happened and a police and a couple firemen had to talk to me.
One police told me that it was a sad moment but she has a family and they will be thankful to have her found. (2 men recently lost their lives here on the island and the bodies were never found). Her husband was out running, he said she wasn't a strong swimmer but liked to swim. I'm not sure how she got out that far, or how long she was there, or if anything would be different if I swam faster. I'm just so sad thinking about her husband. It's crushing me to even imagine what it would be like to be waiting at the waters edge (or anywhere) for someone you love only to have them not return...