What is the closest brush with death you ever had? How did it make you feel?
About two summers ago I went tubing in a river with some friends. We came to this one part were the rapids were really turbulent and it flipped my tube over. The currents were so strong that I couldn't swim to the surface. All I could do was tumble helplessly with the current. Oddly enough, I felt proud of myself for not panicking and thinking through the situation. As I was tumbling I tucked in my knees and head and protected my head with my hands to minimize injuries from colliding with rocks. When I noticed the current calm down a little I attempted to resurface, and grabbed the first thing I could to stop myself from continue down the river.
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