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“I cannot allow my children to see their father die.”
Those were the same thoughts running through my mind at the time. None of it made sense. We were on a gorgeous beach on an ideal summer evening. It was my birthday, and until we heard the screams, the day had been beautiful.
A woman stood crying and clutching her face as no one paid attention. I followed her gaze to the Atlantic in an effort to comprehend what was transpiring. Everyone around me appeared to be enjoying the beach, oblivious to the woman pleading for our attention.
I stood up and approached her as if I were a stray animal. She turned, engaged my gaze, and grabbed my arm.
“My babies. They cannot… Oh, my!”
Then, a new scream was heard. This individual was in the ocean.
“I can’t. Help! I cannot stay awake —” When I followed the sound with my eyes, I saw a lad, perhaps 14 or 15 years old, in profile with his arm stretching upward as he submerged.
His mother screamed, “No!” again.
A teenage lad into the sea to assist his sister, who was caught in a little rip current. It was courageous. Except that he could not swim effectively and the river carried him in the opposite direction, trapping him in deep water. His father arrived in time to assist his sister, but the boy was too far away to be rescued.
My spouse briefly locked eyes with me before kissing me and instructing me to phone 911. He grabbed a boogie board and raced to offer assistance. As a paramedic and firefighter, he understood how to save lives.
The boy was secure, whilst my spouse was in peril.
Even as the mother’s shouts went to silent weeping, my children rushed to my side, and the ocean emptied of all save the boy, my husband, and another woman who had swum out to help, I relayed the information to the 911 dispatcher.
There was a time when we believed everything had been resolved; a moment that paused its breath, ready to exhale optimism.
They arrived at the boy. He was holding the boogie board above water. We were prepared for a celebration, but nobody moved. No one on the beach, not my husband, nor the other swimmer, no one. Everyone remained in their positions.
It had not ended. The child was no longer drowning, but the three were now caught in a riptide. They attempted to swim in both directions, but to no avail.
The park ranger and ambulance arrived, but we were all helpless bystanders as we awaited the arrival of the coast guard from the opposite end of the island. I couldn’t leave my children to help him since I couldn’t swim well enough. I did the only thing I knew I could: I prayed fervently for God’s intervention.
My children clutched my legs and waist, and I wrapped my arms around them. I desired to avert my gaze in order to avoid witnessing something that I would never be able to forget. But I remained fixated on my husband, unwilling to miss a single moment of him.
The child was fine. He would retain the board until assistance arrived. One mother would be saved from suffering. However, my husband and the wife were becoming exhausted, and the boy clung to every square inch of the board.
Someone saved their lives.
A man we hadn’t seen all day suddenly appeared from the left after fifteen minutes had elapsed. He lowered a paddleboard into the water, creating a direct path to the three stranded individuals.
Instantaneously, he reached them, and they assisted the child onto the new board. My spouse and the woman gripped the tiny board while catching their breath, just as I did.
Then they began to kick, and the distance between us shrunk until my arms were around my husband.
He needed to sit to escape the ocean. His fatigue was oozing from him.
The youngster was over to the side, and once they had a patient, the EMS team began to work. We sat in the same seats and used the same towels as before, but everything felt different now.
The boy’s father arrived and shook my husband’s hand, shedding unconcealed tears of appreciation. There was no verbal communication. There was only a pregnant moment of silent thankfulness between two fathers. My husband nodded, and they then separated.
We surveyed the shore, uncertain of what to do next. My children and I silently packed our belongings, as my husband led us to the car.
Then, I shed all the tears I had withheld, those of dread transforming into those of relief and thanks. While driving, my spouse grasped my hand and stated, “I couldn’t just watch him sink.”
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