My Near Drowning Experience
In 1950 I almost drowned while swimming in the ocean at Waianae beach in Hawaii. It was late in the evening and the gentle waves were churning the sand and water into a fuzzy white mix. The water receded back into the ocean as quickly as it arrived. The sea was a little rough for a little tike like me, but hey! I am 8 years old and going on nine, I wasn’t afraid of the water. Minutes later, I would be fighting for my life. I had the whole beach to myself. I threw my mini surfboard into the receding waters, running after it while trying to jump onto the board to slide into the waves. It was fun, until a wave larger then I was, picked me up, and dragged me into the sea. Unknown’s to me, that portion of the beach was famous for its undertow (Rip Tide). No matter how hard I swam toward shore, the current just pulled me further out to sea. To me, the most terrifying part of drowning was treading water and fighting to stay afloat , and not swallow any sea water. After a short time of struggling, and too exhausted to continue, I let myself be taken by the ocean. As I sunk slowly to the ocean floor, I felt very calm and was not swallowing water like I thought I would. There was no panic or pain, just a peaceful feeling of warmth and love. To my surprise, I could see and even breathe underwater. A strange but beautiful light suddenly engulfed me. The light was so bright and beautiful, it did not blind my eyes. I could look directly into the light without squinting. I could heard music, which sounded like angels singing and felt the presence of people around me whispering, but could not see them. I thought to myself, am I dead?, is this the way you feel when you die? I had no comprehension about time or how long I was in this state of mind. I felt safe and protected in a place that I knew nothing about. I was only 8 years old and had no experience about life, but this is where I wanted to be. The peaceful presence of my well-being, was so euphoric, a feeling I have never felt since. When the current swept me away from the beach, I estimated being at least100 plus feet from the shoreline. Then, without warning, a large wave tossed my limp body onto the shore, landing on my stomach which forced volumes of water out of my lungs. I gasped for air all the while spitting out ocean water. I don’t know how long I was underwater drowning to the time I was tossed back onto the beach. The abrupt landing on the beach had slowly brought me back to reality. Upon realizing what just happened, I slowly regained my senses and made my way above the waterline. I was just a young kid with hardly any experience in life, however, when I regained my senses, I was very disappointed. I knew. I wanted to go back to where I was.
The beach was still very deserted, with the sunset closing out the day. It was not in my destiny to die that day. After recovering from my ordeal, I trudged my way back to my family’s camp which was in the bush, and out of sight from where I almost drowned. I did not reveal as to what happened to me until about twenty years later.
Today, I have a beautiful wife, son, daughter, and three wonderful grand children. Sad to say, my beloved son, John, have since, been recalled to heaven. I survived for a reason I know now. God has a plan for everyone, so I lived that day and will join my son when my mission here on earth is completed.
Even today, it amazes me, as to how I got back to the beach when I was so far out in the ocean. Maybe I got some help from my guardian angel, who knows for sure.
This is an excerpt from one of my 50 chapters from my memoirs that I just completed, and am presently searching for a publisher.