Panic above water! 2021.07.29
Something was definitely strange about the liquid that entwined my fingers. It was too heavy and it felt mostly smooth and slick but prickly in some places. Before I could fully process what was contained in my hands, my upturned palms broke through the surface of the water producing a sight that terrified me for years to come. Its silver skin was like a mirror. It acted like a crystal and refracted the brilliant rays of sunshine beaming down on the swimmers that day. The dazzling disco globe effect caught my attention first. Next came the unexpected force and power of the lithe body and fins of the giant fish that had been upswept out of his watery haven. He was probably more scared than I was. He must have been casually swimming by, minding his own business when a net of fingers, out of nowhere just scooped him up and exposed him to a toxic atmosphere that could mean death. His panic above water is what we probably feel below water. Gasping, struggling, desperate, clawing to pull ourselves back to safety. Up to this day I can distinctly remember every unpleasant sensation that accompanied the experience. Its body was cold and sleek, solid and heavy. Its fins were rough and like tiny knives. As he flailed about they cut and scratch my slow responding fingers while his thrashing landed strong blows against my midriff. I screamed and closed my eyes and dashed him into the water; freedom for both of us. For me, I found immediate release from fear and confusion but embarassment and panic soon followed as he swam back to the place he considered home. Ever since I had this encounter I have been a little wary of fish. The third memorable experience I had happened a few years after I had taken airline flight attendant safety training. In the event of a crash in the sea we were trained how to handle our bodies and rescue others in the water. I really do believe in fate. Without this type of training my friend and I might have drowned. As it always goes, we were having a great time when unexpectedly a rip tide came in and started pulling us down. I saw the panic in my friend’s eyes as he lost control and was unable to swim his way to safer waters. How did we manage to survive?
I'm like a chihuahua. Small but fierce and full of energy. I'm generally a positive person and try to make the best of each day.