I Almost Died Twice in the Same Day
When you read this text, you’ll certainly realize that I’m not an English speaker. I’m francophone and I master the French language to perfection or I like to think of it! That’s why you’ll certainly perceive that this text has been translated word-for-word and that it doesn’t have the same flavor in French. If you read French, I suggest you read the original text. This is the main reason why I don’t believe in the word-for-word translation because it doesn’t allow to perfectly “feel” the author emotions in his original language.
This is my story and it’s totally true even if it’s unbelievable! Sometimes life has little surprises for you… Read this post to see what happened to me, you won’t believe it because it defies every nature’s laws. I’m not supposed to be alive, but I am! And I learned a lot from this experience.
This story is mine and it’s 100% true. This was my first trip without my son. I was already worried about leaving him alone with my sister for 10 days, even though he was 9 years old and he understood that my spouse and I needed rest.
So, we chose to go to Turk’s & Caicos for scuba diving. I just finished my certification as a diver the weekend before we left. My spouse had done his certification, but he had not dived for 10 years, so he could not remember all the safety measures. As he is a very reasonable and analytical man in life, I told myself that everything would be fine.
That morning we got up very early because we had to do two dives in the morning. We boarded the boat which contained only experienced divers with all their certification. Several had all their equipment with them, but my spouse and I had brought only our masks, fins, and snorkels, the rest being loaned to us by the diving center.
As I’m rather small and thin, the instructor didn’t manage to find a diving belt to fit my waist. Our only hope that I could participate in these two dives was to find a creative way to keep the pellets on me without a belt. (The belt is used to hold the pellets that give weight to help get down into the water, otherwise with the wetsuit one would have difficulty getting off because it would float too much.) She then said to me: “put the weights in the diving jacket pockets.” So, I put a weight in my left pocket and a weight in my right pocket. The problem being settled, I could relax and wait patiently for the moment to dive.
The boat slowed down and stopped anchoring. We were exploring one of the ten most beautiful coral walls in the world. Wow! I was so excited and happy! All the divers jumped into the water one by one and placed themselves in teams of two, as the diver rules (always diving in a team of two). My spouse was my teammate (my “body” in the scuba diving language). We, therefore, were left in teams of two following the guide to go exploring this fabulous wall of coral.
During the scuba diving, all went well except that my spouse made me nervous because he did not follow me as close as necessary. He walked away from me often. I motioned for him to come closer, but a few minutes later he had gone further. After about 30 minutes at 60 feet, I saw a coral that looked beautiful and I dived deeper to see it more closely. I made the “duck dive technic” which consists of folding to go deeper more quickly.
As soon as I made the movement, I felt that I was losing my two pellets at the same time. I saw them go deeper and deeper and could do nothing to catch them. I searched my spouse to catch me in order to keep me at that depth, but he was too far away and he wasn’t looking at me. As expected, without enough weight, I was too light and I started to go up. I knew that if I went straight to the surface after a dive at 60 feet for 30 minutes I was risking my life. After such a dive, you must make a few minutes’ stay at about 15 feet to decompress.
All sorts of ideas passed through my head, I panicked. I figured out that the slower my ascent would be, the greater my chances of surviving. Being a very good swimmer, I began to struggle by making movements against the water to go down in order to slow as much as possible my ascent. After climbing about twenty feet, my partner noticed that I was no longer with him, he tried to help me, but he was too far away to catch me in time. I made a diving sign saying that everything was OK because I didn’t want him to risk his life too, trying to save mine. He, therefore, proceeded in the opposite direction to join the group and continue the planned course.
I climbed up more and more, leaving me seriously away from the group. They were now a hundred yards farther below me. I felt lonely. All my thoughts were going to my son. I told myself that I would never see my son again and that my life would end just like that in the open sea. I realized that I was going to die and that I could do nothing. While I was struggling to slow down my ascent, I was thinking of my death. Then, the most unexpected event occurred. I saw my friend member of the group, who saw my accident, warning me that there was a shark (with a diving sign). I was so concerned about my imminent death that I didn’t realize the magnitude of this sign on the spot.
Usually, in this corner of the Caribbean, there are only small sharks, nothing very nasty. So, I was more concerned about my situation than about the shark. It was when I saw it coming towards me that I understood that it was a great white shark. It made circles around me, getting closer and closer. Then I said to myself: “I won’t get caught by this shark, I’ll rise to the surface and I will survive.” I kept going up as slowly as possible while watching the shark all the time. Suddenly, something extraordinary happened: my head came out of the water! I had reached the surface and I was still alive!
I no longer looked at the shark, I started looking for the boat. Unfortunately, it was far away, about one mile from me. With a despair energy, I began to swim with all my strength without worrying about the shark and I didn’t know how long it took me to join the boat. All I can remember is that the crew was in a panic. They helped me get on board, took my vital signs and could not believe their eyes that I was alive. That’s when I told them: “Wait to see what I saw underwater!” They pulled out their masks and saw the great white shark continuing to swim calmly under the surface. Many said it was the first time they saw a white shark in this area.
When the diving guide came out of the water shouting my name, I realized she had been experiencing the scariest event of her life too. She climbed onto the boat and didn’t understand that I was still alive without sequels. She said, “It’s impossible!” Although I was afraid of was just happened, I did the 2nd dive 30 minutes later because I didn’t want to stay scared. Everything went well during the second dive and my spouse followed me closely this time… He had had his lesson. That day, I realized that everything was possible. I had just grazed death twice and was still alive.
These two events made me realize that life is just a thread. We’re alive and well, and a minute later, it’s over!
From that day on, I never saw life in the same way anymore. I never took anything for granted. I have learned to appreciate what I have and the people around me. I have imposed a rule in the house, no one should leave the house without saying “goodbye”. Every time I kiss my spouse or son to say “goodbye” I stop everything I’m doing and fully appreciate the present moment because I know this could be the last time I see them. I’m not negative and I live my life in happiness and joy.
People often tell me that I’m dynamic and positive, but it’s just that I enjoy every moment at 100%. I live from day to day and enjoy every moment of happiness.
After this adventure, I made important decisions both in terms of business and personal goals. I realized that I didn’t have to wait until I’m being pushed to the wall to make a decision. I tell myself that nothing in life happens for nothing.
The events are sometimes very difficult to overcome and when they arrive one feels impotent and angry. We think that life is unfair to us. But I believe that “nothing happens for nothing” and each event makes us grow more. You must know how to struggle and get your head out of the water to understand that ultimately life had something better for you afterward.
Life is a series of defeats and successes and we cannot foresee what it reserves for us, so let’s take advantage of the moment when it is good!
If you have fallen on this page and you have read my article, there must be a reason, because nothing happens for nothing! Maybe you will not realize it right away… but THERE IS A REASON!