Social media is a cold world!!!

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Those waves are way too rough for that kid to be out there alone.

I've probably told this story before, but this is probably a more fleshed out version.

Water is the scariest thing out there that looks innocent as hell. Twice in my life I was almost taken out by water, both times when I was in the Navy, and there were no lifeguards

Once when I was stationed in Italy, I got caught in a rip current when I was searching for seashells because I didn't want any of the tiny seashells by the beach. I got the bright idea to go farther out to get one of the big shells.

I swam down, got one The size of my hand. When I came up, I looked down and I was past the shelf. The shelf is where the ocean becomes the ocean. I can't tell you how far out. It might have been 200 yards or 500 yards, but it was far.

I looked toward the beach and the people were the size of ants, and I looked down and I saw blackness, and no sand. Regardless of how far it was, I knew that I went too far.

I put my head down and swam hard, as hard as I'd ever swam, toward the beach for 30 seconds... I went about 3 inches. Not just that, but it was still taking me back. I was still caught in it!

After a few tries, I paused, got my bearings, looked at the current. Some waves looked like they were going out toward the open ocean, and others looked like they were going in toward the beach. I remember hearing somewhere that I should be swimming diagonal.

After a couple more tries I realized how exhausting freestyle swimming is and utilized the backstroke and the dead man's float for when I got tired, or got cramped up.

I was out there for probably an hour, maybe more. I swam for a bit, arrested when I need it. The dead man's float I learned at NYSP helped me conserve my energy.

When I got to the beach, I collapsed, mouth all in the sand, the seashell prize I found had long since been forgotten, dropped somewhere in the ocean I just escaped. I vowed not to swim out that far ever again.

Water looks innocent, like it won't kill you at a moment's notice, like it won't change from good to bad in a blink of an eye or less. Water is fierce, and you won't know it until it has you and doesn't want to let go. It doesn't care that you're screaming. It doesn't care that you're crying.

I don't just thank God, I thank the teachers at NYSP, National Youth Sports Program in Cleveland. They taught me how to swim, and it's because of them I'm still alive.
 
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I've probably told this story before, but this is probably a more fleshed out version.

Water is the scariest thing out there that looks innocent as hell. Twice in my life I was almost taken out by water, both times when I was in the Navy, and there were no lifeguards

Once when I was stationed in Italy, I got caught in a rip current when I was searching for seashells because I didn't want any of the tiny seashells by the beach. I got the bright idea to go farther out to get one of the big shells.

I swam down, got one The size of my hand. When I came up, I looked down and I was past the shelf. The shelf is where the ocean becomes the ocean. I can't tell you how far out. It might have been 200 yards or 500 yards, but it was far.

I looked toward the beach and the people were the size of ants, and I looked down and I saw blackness, and no sand. Regardless of how far it was, I knew that I went too far.

I put my head down and swam hard, as hard as I'd ever swam, toward the beach for 30 seconds... I went about 3 inches. Not just that, but it was still taking me back. I was still caught in it!

After a few tries, I paused, got my bearings, looked at the current. Some waves looked like they were going out toward the open ocean, and others looked like they were going in toward the beach. I remember hearing somewhere that I should be swimming diagonal.

After a couple more tries I realized how exhausting freestyle swimming is and utilized the backstroke and the dead man's float for when I got tired, or got cramped up.

I was out there for probably an hour, maybe more. I swam for a bit, arrested when I need it. The dead man's float I learned at NYSP helped me conserve my energy.

When I got to the beach, I collapsed, mouth all in the sand, the seashell prize I found had long since been forgotten, dropped somewhere in the ocean I just escaped. I vowed not to swim out that far ever again.

Water looks innocent, like it won't kill you at a moment's notice, like it won't change from good to bad in a blink of an eye or less. Water is fierce, and you won't know it until it has you and doesn't want to let go. It doesn't care that you're screaming. It doesn't care that you're crying.

I don't just thank God, I thank the teachers at NYSP, National Youth Sports Program in Cleveland. They taught me how to swim, and it's because of them I'm still alive.
Glad that you're good my dude. That sounds scary as hell.
 

See, this is just stupid. You going to go to jail for years for what? You commit crimes to get away with them. If you're not getting away with them then don't commit to crimes. This is just dumb. I Love to see people like this get caught, because it's senseless
 
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"Until the day that eight times eight times eight is four."

I'm 48 years old, and as an author. That is a lifetime of lives I've lived with maturity and loss and grief, and things I believed was grief until I experienced true grief. Stevie wrote like this between the ages of 21 and 26. Wow

 


People are so inconsiderate and can only see as far as their own nose. Be it Jamarr Chase or Denzel Washington or Beyonce, they don't owe me anything. They don't owe me a, "Hi", They don't owe me an autograph nor do they deserve to be shamed for not giving me either of those things.

Denzel did his time with me on that stage or in that movie. Jamarr Chase did his time with me on that football field. Beyoncé did her time with me on that stage, on that CD or on TV. When I see them in person they are on THEIR time, And them giving me their time on their time is optional.

If I see either those people in public I'm going to say, "I love your work,"and keep it pushing. At most, you can ask, but if they say no, they say no. Them not wanting to give you any of their time on their time is like your boss seeing you in the mall on your off time and telling you to get back to work. You see how stupid that sounds? Exactly.
 
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