Have you ever felt like you couldn’t breathe and you were overcome with hopelessness? This is the feeling when you are drowning. According to the specific investigate( From the Central for Disease Control and Prevention), From 2005-2014, there was an average of 3,536 fatal unintentional drownings annually in the United States. About one in five people who die from drowning are children 14 and younger. I have almost been one of the victims too, I still remember that ghastly experience, and I can assume that it will never be erased from my mind. This event happened last summer. I still remember that very specifically, every detail and character. That day was a sunny day, and I was hung out with my brother and his friends to celebrate …show more content…
Then he asked me to paddle to the right and crash his friends. But I knew that was dangerous, and I didn’t do it. He was mad about that and said that I was intermediate, and tried to crash his friend's canoe. But I didn’t like what he did, and I tried to turn the canoe to avoid his friends. But it didn’t work, he was stronger than me, and his friends also noticed it, and they turned their canoe toward us and accelerated their speed, and finally their cannon hit our cannon very heavily. Then we could not keep the balance of the cannon, then our cannon was flipped, and I and my brother both fell in the water and the water also permeated into the canoe. When I falled into the water, I felt the water was freeze and tried to get into my eyes and nose, and I can’t saw anything, I only could blindly swim, and I could not approach anything. Then after about thirty seconds, and I calmed down, and tried to yell, but every time I tried to speak out then the water got in my mouth, and I tried to reach the surface, when I approached the surface, then I could see that my brother had to get in the cannon, and he hanged over his arm to me to help me get in the canoe. But when we both got in the canoe we noticed that are another question appeared: the canoe fill of water, when we felt helpless, then our savior appeared. They seem to be a family, they were raided two different cannons, and they came close to us to asked our “Do you need help?” and I answered “yes”. Then they are set our canoe in the middle of their two canoes and flipped the canoe to get out the water, and my brother got in the water again to prop the cannon to prevent it
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
The cold, salty water hits my lungs, and I finally admit to myself that I'm drowning. My last breath explodes into a hundred watery bubbles. They escape toward the surface, leaving me behind. I kick even harder but I'm not going anywhere.
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
Once upon a time, in a cabin far away, it was Halloween night October 31st 1973. A group of friends decided to go to a cabin in the woods to celebrate their favorite holiday together. Busses packed full of people were going to the party that me and Skyler had planned. We invited almost the whole school. Finally after hours of searching for our final destination we arrived. Skyler and I were the first to be at that raggedy torn down cabin. We brought the lights and the beers and the snacks , we spent hours and hours of decorating and setting up finally Andy showed up to help with all the heavy work.
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
The Vancouver Sun later confirmed the events of that night: two hikers found two dead bodies at Camper Creek on the West Coast Trail on the sixth of May 1998. The article didn’t say who the hikers were, nor did it say who the dead Native Americans were, for what would the world do with those four meaningless names? None of the four was famous, beautiful, or rich: just normal people drawn together on one particular night. The encounter was determined by two simple factors: the speed of the hikers along the soggy trail and the speed of leaking gas that asphyxiated two men in a patrol cabin.
The hope I had for seeing my brothers again had vanished. I did not know how to swim. I could feel the ship lowering into the ocean. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wooden barrel. I figured that I could float on the barrel, until someone came to rescue us, if they ever did. I grabbed the barrel, and held on for dear life. As the ship sunk, it was just me and the barrel against the ocean. Unfortunately, the waves were violent, and I struggled to firmly grip the
There are an estimated 8,000 deaths per year in the United States from drowning. Near-drowning occurs anywhere from 2-20 times more frequently (for estimated 16,000-160,000 events per year)7. The definitions for drowning and near-drowning have for the longest time been very confusing to understand. Recent health officials have attempted to resolve some of this confusion by redefining drowning as “the process of experiencing respiratory insufficiency or difficulty following a submersion or immersion in a body of liquid.” Near-drowning has also been redefined as “survival from a drowning event which involved impaired consciousness or water inhalation for 24 hours or more”2. Both near drowning and near-drowning occur when someone experiences a submersion event. A submersion event is when someone, in this case a pediatric patient, experiences an unexpected submersion in water. When an unexpected submersion, regardless of water type (salt or fresh) occurs, the individual experiences breath hold, panic, and a struggle to resurface1. Humans, naturally, can only hold their breath for a short period of time. This prolonged breath hold results in hypoxia and eventually leads to involuntary gasping. As the individual attempts to gasp for air they sometimes aspirate7. This paper will attempt to look at the clinical presentation of a near-drowning patient who has suffered from a submersion event.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
I remember the day very clearly, it was in late autumn and it was cold. My mom had sent my brother Ross, our friend Pete, and me outside while she made lunch because we were being too rowdy. Ross had forgotten his jacket but was too stubborn to go back inside and get it, so he stayed near the propane heater that my father had set up in the garage while he was doing yard work. While I was running around enjoy the afternoon in the way that toddlers do, swings and playing in the dirt, Ross and his friend Pete stayed in the garage to stay warm seeing who could stay close to the heater the longest. Apparently Ross won, because before he knew it his New York Giants jersey that our Grandfather had bought for
I hear the crunch under my feet and the smell of the salt in the air. I hear the waves crashing and see the boat coming. With my entire Junior Lifeguard group we jogged towards the south side shore of Seal Beach. The first half of my group had already gone to do boat drops, but it was my turn now. My instructor Jeremy was with us and we were getting ready to swim out to the length of tower zero. As I waded into the water I could feel the shock of the cool, crisp wind blowing against it. Once we got out to tower zero I could see the boat nearing. We floated in the chopping water as the boat was getting ready to help us in. One at a time the lifeguards on the boat would tell us to put our back to the swim step and give them our hands, which were
Ahead of me in line were two brothers, one 14 years old and the other 17. They were both tall and thin with caramel colored skin. They had wiry black hair and dark brown eyes and continually chattered back and forth to each other and their many other brothers and sisters in Spanish. With an inability to swim, the brothers jumped in with nothing to aid them but faith that the waters would push them out into shallow safety. The two went under and a fanatic frenzy broke out when random bystanders watching on the sides realized that the boys were not coming up. The lifeguards began frantically blowing their whistles and screaming at everyone, "Get out of the water! Everybody! Out! Now!" With no knowledge of the severity of what was going on, I was almost in a state of confusion as I looked to the side and saw my mother screaming at me to get off the rock. Needless to say, I went to my mother and within seconds the water was empty, except for the two boys who lay below the surface.
In 1999, nearly 1,000 children younger than 15 years of age drowned in the United States. It is surprising to many parents that young children tend not to splash or make noise when they get into trouble in the water and thus usually drown silently. An adult should always be watching young children playing, swimming, or bathing in water.
I would like to take this time to tell you a story. On August 15,
As a child, I spent a great deal of time at the beach, imitating the seagulls as they darted back and forth along the sand, trying to dodge the incoming water. With each passing summer, I spent less time imitating the birds and more time enticed by the force and power of the ocean. I was hypnotized by the waves as they broke along the shore, settled in a foamy-form, and rolled back out to sea. It was not long before I found pleasure in running into the water and allowing the waves to crash over me, pummeling me to the floor. Often times, I would come up gasping for air, causing my mother to have minor heart attacks while she observed from the shore. Adrenaline filled me each time I was knocked over. There was something invigorating about not