Happy Saturday everyone! It's been an incredibly busy weekend. We're at the end of the school term, which means a lot of work for teachers. My back and eyes are aching from writing so many numbers; I think I'm seeing numbers everywhere now, haha. But I didn't want to miss the opportunity to participate this week since one of the topics proposed by @galenkp caught my attention: a memory from the year 2000.
I clearly remember that I was 19 years old at the time and had just started dating my now-husband. It was during what we call Holy Week here in Venezuela, and his family had planned a trip to a river, so they extended the invitation, and of course, I accepted.
We set off around 9:00 AM. The river was a bit far away, and we arrived about an hour and fifteen minutes later. Everything was going normally until around 2:30 or 3:00 PM, when my boyfriend and I went for one last swim before heading home.
I usually swim near the shore because, unfortunately, I never learned to swim. So I told my boyfriend, "We're not going to go too deep because I can't swim." Without realizing it, I fell into a whirlpool that completely swallowed me. I started spinning; there was no bottom. I don't know how, but I'm sure it was the hand of God. I don't know where I got the strength, I don't know how I pushed myself, but I managed to surface one last time and let out a scream! 😱 Instead of calling my boyfriend, I called my brother-in-law, whose name was the first that came to mind because I remembered he was a very good swimmer, better than my husband. I yelled for him, but he was too far away and didn't hear me. My boyfriend, who was practically next to me, heard me. He reached in and managed to grab me by the hair and pull me out.
It was a day I'll never forget. I was close to death, and I'm so grateful to God because He gave me back my life that day. I think I was reborn that day. It's worth mentioning that one of my biggest fears has always been water, so you can imagine I was about to drown.
That afternoon we went back home. I decided not to tell his family anything; only he and I knew what happened. I was very nervous, I didn't sleep for days, dreaming that I was drowning. Thank God, I'm over that now.
Every day I thank God for life, and because even though the name I screamed wasn't my boyfriend's but my brother-in-law's, it was He who brought me back to life.
I hope you enjoyed reading this.
This is my memory from the year 2000; I wanted to share it with you.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
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Todas las imágenes son de mi autoría, capturadas con mi teléfono ZTE.
All images are my own, captured with my ZTE phone.