Have you ever had a time where you knew, I mean just KNEW you had faced fear and death? If you have, it's not something you'll ever forget.
When I was 18 years of age, at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I met fear and death face to face. It wasn't something I'd want to re-live. But, it's something I'll never forget.
My girlfriend, at the time, and her family invited me on their vacation at Myrtle Beach. I was excited about going, but not too excited about the beach. She was one who loved to lay on the beach in the sun. I like the old, trustworthy beach umbrella.
One day, we went down to the beach. My girlfriend, to lay in the sun and me....well....to try and do anything BUT lay in the sun. Those of you, especially guys, who don't enjoy laying in the sun, know what I'm talking about.
She brought a book to read and I decided to spend some time in the water instead of laying in the sun, being grilled like a good sirloin.
Now, this back in the day of the canvas rafts. Remember those rafts? They were made of canvass and you could rent them. Some would try to ride waves on them and others would just like to lay on the water.
Considering I swam and still swim like a rock, I rented one of those rafts to just hang onto it in the water and enjoy the calming effect of the ocean. So, I rented one and went out into the water.
I didn't lay on the raft, I just kind of dangled...with my arms resting on the raft and my feet in the water.