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Adventures on the Rapids This could be your last meal, my mother jokingly
said before we left that day. The day was bright, and the sun gleaming. The
group packed into the muggy van, it was stifling hot, and downright
uncomfortable. On a hot summer Missouri day, in the middle of July, your shirt
clung to your damp skin. The mission: White Water Rafting. The drive to the
river, where we would begin our incredible journey, seemed to last endless
miles. The humidity was almost unbearable; the van had absolutely no
ventilation. Fifteen people packed like sardines, anticipating beginning the
trip over the rapids. Envisioning the cool water splashing on our sunburned
faces. Fleeing from the van was like jumping from a burning building. Bathing
suits on, sunblock applied, strength in tact, we were set. Waiting for the
moment when we were able to jump into the raft, and head down stream. Savoring
our feet splashing in the chilly water. What we didn't know, was what the day
was about to become, and how it could have changed our lives forever. Less than
two hours from now, we would know. I was assigned to a raft with my brother, my
friend, and the river guide.
The adults went in another. About an hour after we
left, we made our first stop; an enormous rock midstream. We sat there for
several minutes hopped back into the raft and we were on our way, rushing down
the river, nearing towards the end. As we approached the last of the rapids, our
guide asked if we wanted to surf up them. Surfing is basically paddling up a
rapid. We practiced for several minutes, because you have to get used to
paddling against the current, then you can go up against a rapid. We were
prepared, and ready for the last of the excitement in our adventure on the
rapids. Fighting our way up the rapid, it all played out in slow motion. We
paddled hard, and so powerfully. I remember it being like a space ship bursting
into the sky, or a bomb exploding, when another raft came charging down the
rapid, crashing into my side of the raft. I was thrown off the raft, into the
bitterly frigid water. All playing back in my head now, even slower I found
myself panicking. I realized that my foot had been lodged in between two rocks.
As my life is flashing before my eyes, I saw fearful people above the water. I
was unbelievably frightened. I heard screams, and yelling from above water. Then
I thought to myself, What if I can't see images of my life seconds from now?
What if I can't feel terrified? What if I can't see the people just above me?
Abruptly, as if I was released from a funnel cloud. I was pushed into the
stream. Now I was gliding downstream. My foot was released, my fear calmed, and
the images weren't flashing anymore. I was safe.
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