I'm not gonna make it....Oh, wait!! - une publication de blog par Platosgames

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24/11/2018 11h46

I'm not gonna make it....Oh, wait!!

Do you tell people story's about yourself , that maybe make you look foolish? Things that might be a little embarrassing? I was talking with some neighbors last night. Had kids over, grandsons, and we were all doing christmas lights. One of them mentioned a near death experience he had. So of course I told him one of mine...but his response was "man I'd be too embarrassed to tell anyone that story". I laughed and told him, maybe he needed a little work on his self esteem. Not sure he liked that. LOL To me, the ability to laugh at yourself is an important part of life.

So, I thought I'd share the story.

There is a lake near San Antonio, called Canyon Lake. They call it that because they dammed up the river and it created a lake throughout all the surrounding canyons. Lots of area's around the shore drop off to really deep water.

As teenagers, we used to go camping there on the weekends. 10 to 20 rowdy ass teens, with lots of weed, plenty of alcohol. Funny, in those days, we never got hassled for partying there. Off the shoreline where we camped, about 500 yards out was a island. If you knew where to walk, or the water levels were down, you could walk out a peninsula all the way to the island. Which is what a of us had done that day.

When it was time to head back, a friend and I decided, we were going to cut across the "shortcut". Just swim back. Hell, couldn't be more than a half mile. And both being strong swimmers we thought, no problem. Wonderful logic seeing how we were both toasted out of our gourds. About half way, I start getting a cramp in one of my legs. I tell my buddy and we slow down a bit. Another hundred yards, and my other leg starts cramping. Being a avid swimmer, I realize at this point I'm in trouble. I holler out, and my buddy stops. We're treading water trying to figure out what to do. He suggests floating for a bit. Which is the perfect thing to do, except I have no body fat. I "float" about a foot under the water. But I try a dead man float anyway. Cramps aren't going away and I realize I have to make a run for it.

So we take off again. About 100 yards or so to the shoreline, my sides are cramping. Arms are going jello'd. Legs are just dragging along behind me like anchors. I out to my buddy. We talk for a sec, he tells me he's about to go down too and can't help. I tell him, I understand, and he should continue on. Told him, I couldn't go anymore and think this is it. He's looking scared. I always figured I'd die young, and I'm not half as scared as I should be. I tell him to take off, I'm gonna let go and just sink. He looks at me, can't seem to find the words or the breath to say anything, then takes off. I roll over on my back. I take a few seconds to look around, remember looking up at the sky. Beautiful. Then, just let go and start sinking.

I sank for just a few seconds when I hit bottom.

We were in about 7 feet of water. I hit the bottom and sorta crawled a bit ..then pushed off to the surface. Grabbed some air and hollar for my buddy. Then sink again, pull myself along the bottom, and repeat. Did this twice more and realized I'm now standing in a little over 5 foot of water. I'm hollering at my friend, but he won't stop. Later he told me he thought I was drowning and didn't want to watch. LOL

Finally I yell out, STAND UP DUDE, we're in the shallow water here. He finally stopped and turned to look at me. We started laughing . Laughed so hard we almost drowned again.

Walked into the shore where I had to lay for a half hour before I could walk back the hundred yards to the camp. Luckily, my friends all brought me some more beer, lit up another joint and had their fill of laughing at me and my buddy. We laughed right along with them.

" I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx