I was losing hope but kept fighting my way to the top again. Water was beginning to fill my lungs. Finally, I reached the top and yelled “Help!” again. No time for a breath this time.
And then an angel appeared in front of me and a hand slipped around my waist. I was slowly floating to the top. I can feel air on top of head, my arms, and my legs. But why am I not moving? I can only hear the sounds of chaos around me. A collage of screams, apologies and movement. “What's going on?!” “I thought she was playing around!” “Is she dead?!” “I'm sorry; I didn't know she couldn't swim!”
Someone was carrying me, then laying me down, pulling at my head. I could feel the cool grass under my back and legs. Then there was pressing on my chest and mouth. And that's when it happened. I guess I realized it was not my time. That God had a bigger purpose for me on this earth. My eyes opened wide, I rolled to my side, and proceeded to cough up water.
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