by Monica Stott
I’m going to die, I thought sadly. The sadness actually surprised me more than the thought itself. I wasn’t panicking, I wasn’t stressed. I wasn’t kicking and screaming with every ounce of energy I had to prevent my untimely death. I’d simply accepted that I was going to die.
Call me ‘dramatic’ or ‘a drama queen’. Call me whatever you like. But you try swimming 30 meters under the sea against currents that are stronger than Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. And to make matters worse, there are jagged rocks that seem to be flying towards you far too quickly. Oh, let’s make it even worse, you’re scuba diving and you’re low on air.
Yep, you’re going to die.
Then, all of sudden, that good old instinct called ‘Survival’ kicked in. The morbid acceptance of death was swept out of me as quickly as the current was dragging me towards the rocks and I began kicking my long fins, literally because my life depended on it.
I kicked my way past fish who seemed to have a familiar terror in their eyes as they determinedly struggled away from the rocks. But fish have a little advantage called gills and I had nothing but a tiny reserve of air.
I think my guardian angel was with me that day and somehow I didn’t run out of air. Somehow I wasn’t slammed into the rocks and somehow, I made it back onto the dive boat alive where my guardian angel dived back in to save the rest of my struggling dive buddies.
“I don’t want to die without any scars.” — Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club)
Writer’s Bio: Monica, creator of Total Travel Bug, has been travelling through SE Asia and Australia for 18 months. She plans to travel the whole world and share all of her experiences in the process. You can check out her blog, Total Travel Bug or catch her on Twitter.