Throughout my life time, I can count on one hand the number of times that I have encountered near death experiences. I am very fortunate for that, given the amount of risks I have taken.
Today I added another tally to the list. Three words: White Water Rafting. The first hour and a half on the river was fine. My little brother did fall out of the raft on the first course, a category two area, but he was quickly pulled back on board and spent little time in the heavy current. The remainder of the adventure was successful as well. Until our group took its last voyage. During this time, we attempted to conquer a category four course. As our raft was propelled down the drop I was flung out of the raft and into the water. My initial thought upon contact with the water was, " Wow, you're a dumb ass, get back in the raft." Moments passed. The current was too strong for me to swim back to the raft. Our instructor motioned for me to maneuver to the eddie, or low current area, but much to my dismay, I could not reach that either. Within milliseconds my body was forced down a category three waterfall. At this point I could not breathe due to water ingestion. Now I was thinking, "Shit. How am I going to make it back to the raft?" Momentarily following that thought, I saw a guide on land following me down the river. He yelled, "Swimmer! Grab the rope." He attempted to throw me a rope which could ultimately pull me to safety. I watched the end of the rope leave his grasp and sail through the air in my direction. Feet away from my position, the rope fell shot, just a few feet out of my grasp. I headed down another category three waterfall. At this time my sinuses have been completely flushed with water, I cant breathe, and Im beginning to become disoriented. I dont know how long I was under water but it felt like forever. Just when I was beginning to regain some sense of comprehension, I went down another waterfall, this time, a category four. Now I am completely drained. I remember thinking that I was going to end up on the 6 o'clock news as a kid who went to a park for recreational fun but ended up dead in a tragic, unexpected accident. I was seriously questioning whether or not I believed that I would survive. I floated down stream through more strong currents. I saw another guide on the shore. Just like the previous. he yelled, "Swimmer! Grab the rope." This guide had pin point precision with his rope toss. I grabbed a hold of the rope with the tightest grip possible. At one point in time my fingers went numb. He began to pull me to a safe zone. It took about seven minutes to get me there. He grabbed a hold of my personal flotation device around the collar and dragged me on shore.
I was alone in the harsh current for a total of 13 minutes and traveled a distance of an estimated 400 feet.
After being pulled a shore, I ran down stream back to my raft. I leaped from the shore back on board and continued my adventure. I am walking away from this experience with some memorial wounds. I re broke one of my left knuckles, bruised my tail bone and knees, as well as sustained multiple scratches and flesh wounds. I also have a better understanding of myself and what I can withstand. No matter how tired I am or how much I want to give up, I now know that I can always find a way to push myself and make it to the next level.
I wouldnt trade this experience for the world.