"and I'm not frightened of dying, Any time will do, I do not mind ... Why Should I Be frightened of dying, There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime ... "
"I Never Said I Was frightened of dying"
The great gig in the sky - Pink Floyd
never thought that someday I would find so close to death, much less how to react to be. I think that it was time to go. I have yet many things do and say ...
Last week I went to the beach with my family and some friends, old bar, open sea, about an hour south of Acapulco. It is very rich to be there because the beach is great and there are few people. The waves are strong but can be not very comfortable inside, enjoying the embrace of the sea.
My dad had asked for the evening I prepare some shrimp in garlic sauce. He had said he wanted saborearmelos with a cold beer, burying their toes in the sand and watching the sea.
Playing football for about an hour on the beach is exhausting and nothing better than a refreshing dip in the sea. I walked towards him plunging into every wave that came. I was away a little place where we were so I went out and walked back. I went back but now I went to the opposite side. Similarly I went plunging into each wave. After a while without touching the sand I tried to swim back to the beach. I realized that even though swimming, instead of going away I was out more. It was then yelled at me and a cousin who was tired and could not go swimming. Each time going deeper. There I caught a current that was pulling away from the beach. Much as
swim was not going to get out. More shouts and cries of despair, here I am, I can not swim. No one went because nobody knew how remove a person from the sea. The despair came when I realized that just exhausted me, every time I was trying to swim farther and at the end of giving the finishing strokes exhausted, and sank for a moment and then discharged. So I decided to use my remaining energy to float.
Flipping and not see anything or anyone around I started thinking that she would not leave, I was being realistic, I was going to sink and was to be little more than a minute of agony and then rest in the sea. It was a kind of resignation, not religious because I never thought in a god to save me. Instead I thought of my parents, my brothers, my other family, their suffering, powerless to go for me. He saw from the inside, all on the beach trying to get me out. How to tell you that I was well, how to say it was okay if I stayed at sea, how to say that I love, how to tell them not to be sad for me ... there was no way.
After a while two types went swimming. When I saw them I knew I had to wait a little longer. It was quiet when it came to me. They arrived faster than I thought. The first was stopped two yards from me while coming back was screaming that I was caught. When he reached the second I was asked to swim toward them, I told them I could not, which only had the strength to stay afloat. When they saw that it was not so desperate was when I took one in each hand. I was asked to kick and was pulling me. Do not swim directly to the beach. They had to take me further back to get the other part where the current took us to her. Touching the sand the first to greet me were my father and my aunt, then came my mother and other family to hug. I went blaaancoo!
fear and desperate I do not deny, but never thought I would think about dying. He never stopped fighting, but I was sure I would stay there. And it was not ... still had many things to do and say. Tell my parents that I love them thank you for giving me life and allowing me to grow without taxation. My brothers, my uncles, my cousins \u200b\u200bwho also love them. To my friends who have been part of my second family. Still missing me taste the shrimp in garlic sauce with a cold beer, burying their toes in the sand, watching the sea I wanted to be part of it. I still need to tell this girl that I love. I'm still here to live.
guatsa Steppenwolf
