The Hand That Pulled Me Out Alive

I recalled again back then when I was younger. How naughty and sneaky I was; playing around with my boy cousins, thinking that I was one too. We kick boxed each other, went fishing, cycled everywhere, all together.

I can still remember vividly the vacation we went. It was a vacation I would never forget in my whole life. We were having fun. We just reached, everyone were settling down, at the same time my boy cousins and I, we ran straight towards the beach. I wasn’t thinking much of what was going to happen, I just remembered seeing them running towards the sea made my excitement went sky high. I ran towards the sea and went into it- without them.

Suddenly I felt like I lost control of everything. I couldn’t breathe, yelled out for help or even tried to wave at someone. It all went upside down, I kept twisted, being pushed around by the waves. Everything slowly went black..

Then I saw my eldest sister. She was holding my little cousin by her right side; and there was her left hand, reaching out, trying to pull me out of the waves. That hand- is her weaker hand, something she was born with. But she couldn’t care much that time. She ran towards me, in my faint memory I remembered her pulling me out, and in my mind was: “I’m alive! I’m breathing!”.

After all that has happened, we ended our vacation safe and sound. I felt horrible for being naughty, yet touched at the same time knowing that there’s a person who loves me, that she risked her life to save me. We had a conversation about it recently, and she told me what made her noticed me in the middle of the waves. She saw me- or I mean my buttock, floating on the surface as I wore big pants. I laughed so hard, having the thought of being a tomboy once have saved my own life as well. But now, say goodbye to big pants!

To be given a second chance in life, how I wish I can tell everyone that miracle happens all the time and that I have faith in it. It happened to me- not just once, I can tell. One at a time.