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Atlantic and Gulf Coasts
Tamika, Panama City Beach, Panama, 2016
My husband works for the military and after coming home from NTC, we wanted to enjoy family time with our two kids, so we decided to go to Panama City Beach, Florida. My husband took my 4 year old daughter out for a swim (with her life coast approved floaties) and they found themselves stuck in a rip current. They got pulled so far back my husband knew he and our daughter were in great danger. He asked a lady on a jet ski for help, and she literally said, "what you don't know how to swim!" And drove off. Thankfully my husband had a briefing that Friday and was taught to swim to the left or right of the rip current and, thank God, he was able to get himself and my daughter back to shore. I wish I had educated myself about the water danger before that incident happened, but now we know the danger of rip currents thanks to this Web page. And as for people who are capable of helping, even if it's just telling a lifeguard, please do.
Jake, Nags Head, North Carolina, 2015
I was staying at the outer banks NC (Nags head) with my whole family close to 30 of us. It was Sunday labor day weekend and most of us were down on the beach around 2 or 3. Nobody was in the water at the time and I seen that the waves were pretty big so I figure I go out catch a big one. I really wasn't too far out and I noticed all the waves were breaking behind me and I just couldn't catch any waves. Then I realized I was being taken out.
Now I'm an 18 year old guy bout 6 foot and I'm a decent swimmer but before I knew it the water was up to my head and I was starting to tread water. At first I thought I could just swim straight out of it then I realized the ocean was gonna win. I then tried to stay calm and I knew to not swim against it, but to swim parallel to the shoreline. By the time I swam parallel to the shore and eventually out of it, I was so exhausted and had swallowed a decent amount of water. I was very relieved when I finally caught a wave back in.
Nobody had seen me while I was out there and I could have easily have drowned also there were no life guards around me. I told everyone what had happened and they were glad I was OK and concerned about it.
My advice to anyone swimming in the ocean is to not swim alone, swim where lifeguards are on duty, and most importantly don't fight the rip current because you won't win.
Greg, North Carolina
It was August 2011, and a tropical storm had just passed but was well out to Bermuda. I was body surfing with my boogie board on Figure Eight Island, NC, with some surfers. The waves weren't breaking much closer to shore, so I decided to paddle out to where the surfers were in head deep water. Finally, a wave came that the surfers caught and rode. I was out for several more minutes expecting the surfers to return where I was. Instead they stayed in much closer to shore. I then realized that I couldn't hear the waves anymore. There were also bubbles on the surface all around me, but they didn't seem to be moving. I realized I was caught in a rip current.
I could see my wife and the beach umbrella getting smaller and smaller on the shore. She was looking in my direction, but never saw me waving for help. I tried to swim with the boogie board at first, but if you've ever tried to do that you know that won't work. I kept it with me though using the side stroke to swim. I watched the weather channel NOAA warnings and knew what to do when caught in a rip current. My training kicked in and I remember to swim along the shore for a while and then make my way back to shore. I was so exhausted when I made it to shore that I dropped. Nobody on the beach noticed what happened. I kissed the ground.
Ben, Outer Banks, North Carolina: 2014
It was a gorgeous day in the Outer Banks of North Carolina when a friend and I who were vacationing together decided to head out to the beach for some fun. We left our beach house and arrived at the beach shortly thereafter. The surf was unusually powerful that day but there were plenty of people in the water so we figured it would be safe to get in. We were wrong.
I grabbed my rainbow colored body board and she and I went into the somewhat chilly water. We went out about 100 feet from the shore where the water was slightly above waist deep. We were standing near a group of men but little by little they got further and further away from us without us realizing it. By this time, we were probably close to 300 feet out and we could no longer touch the bottom. I am 6 foot tall, mind you. That's when shear panic set in. We were being dragged out to sea. Meanwhile, giant waves were crashing over our heads, trying to pull us under. My friend was on my body board and I was treading water. We desperately tried swimming towards the shore but it was of no use...the current was just too strong. We quickly became exhausted and my friend was having a panic attack. I still had my wits somewhat about me. That's when I looked up to the heavens and calmly said these exact words in my mind: "God, please help us."
Moments later, a lifeguard (who was sitting about one and a half football fields away, mind you) came swimming up to us. He had a floatation device and had both my friend and I grab opposing sides. I don't remember being pulled back to shore. My next memory is me sitting on my beach towel and my friend shaking like a leaf and coughing up water as the lifeguard and a passerby helped her to calm down. I had never been more grateful to be on solid ground.
When I asked the lifeguard how he spotted us, he told us it was my brightly colored body board which I had bought the day before. It was the best $15 I ever spent. I thank God I am alive. If it hadn't been for that lifeguard, I don't think I would be here writing this story; I would've died instead. Needless to say, I didn't go swimming in the ocean for the remainder of our trip; I swam in the pool instead...where there are no rip currents!
Sunset Beach, North Carolina: 2012
We were at Sunset Beach in North Carolina. It was Memorial Day weekend of 2012. My 11 year old daughter and I decided to go to the beach for a couple of hours by ourselves. I grew up with a good bit of respect for the ocean and was well aware of rip tides. I've been caught in a couple in my lifetime, but was able to get out without too much difficulty. It was a hot day and it was very crowded. So to find a good spot we noticed that there weren't too many people near the pier and set up our umbrella.
We decided to take a swim to cool off. We were floating around when my daughter said that she couldn't touch the bottom anymore. I noticed that she was being pulled toward the pier! I reacted quickly and got underneath her and tried to push her back toward the shore but the tow kept pulling her back. I was not strong enough to do it on my own! I began to pray for strength. There was NO WAY that I was going to stop trying! We would both drown! Suddenly, a man appeared and asked if we were okay. I yelled "NO"; "CATCH HER!" Once again I pushed her with everything that I had left in me. Two more shoves and HE CAUGHT HER
I was able to drag myself out. I think I thanked that man, at least I hope that I did because I don't think that I would be telling this story if he had not shown up when he did. My daughter and I both collapsed on our towels and cried and held each other for what seemed an eternity. It took another hour of walking around the shops in order for me calm down enough to drive back to my parents house. We still love the beach. Now we're very aware that along with the beauty is a very real danger.
Jim, North Carolina
On Jun 21, 2011, I was playing in the surf at Nags Head, NC, with my two sons and my two nephews. We were enjoying crashing into the waves. Occasionally, I would dive under a wave and ride the next swell back into the beach. I remember diving under a wave and coming back up and thinking that the water had grown very calm. I looked over my shoulder and thought to myself that I was further out than what I felt comfortable with. I looked back to the sea, so I wouldn't get pounded by the next wave, and then back to the beach. In that short time I had been pulled further out to sea and I could see everyone on the beach getting smaller. I was scared but I did not panic. I waved my hands over my head and yelled for help. I knew I was still getting pulled out and that I would need help to survive. I looked up to God and asked for his help because I did not want to die. On the beach, the rest of my family got the kids out of the water and called 911. One of our friends donned a life vest and swam out to me. We floated back into the shore together and got back on dry ground at about that time the first responders arrived.
I am 45 years old and a good swimmer. During basic training in the Navy many years ago I learned how to float and how to tread water. I was fortunate on many levels that day, I did not panic and one of our friends happened to have life vest because he had brought his sea kayak to the beach. Our family was probably most fortunate because it was me who was pulled out to sea and not one of our kids. My advice to others is to swim in protected waters and to bring a couple of life vests down to the shore with you just in case you need them. You can purchase these for less than $20 each and had I known of the danger beforehand I would have had these with us.
Melissa, North Carolina
I was caught in a rip current recently and lived thanks to NWS materials. We benefitted from the Break the Grip of the Rip campaign and the materials put out by the Eena Project in the Outer Banks in a couple of ways. From the materials left in our beach house packet and the magnet on the fridge, I did remember that we needed to swim parallel to the shore--we had been teaching my nephews that earlier in the trip since they don't swim in the ocean that much. What really saved us was remembering the instruction to wave your arm to get help. I did that in a big way and know that was what brought people to us. I think the beaches where we were would have benefited from more signs like I've seen on other beaches.
Kathryn, North Carolina
I was at Wrightsville Beach, NC, 7 years ago (I think) and a hurricane was blowing up the coast. It was the day before they evacuated the beach because Cape Fear was in the path of a hurricane eye. The seas were higher than normal, but still very swimmable. I grew up swimming in the ocean and am very comfortable in it. I know about rip currents and fortunately, had learned what to do if I ever got caught. One of my favorite past times in the ocean is diving under breakers and floating over swells.
That afternoon, I dove under a wave as I have done countless times, but when I surfaced and looked back over my shoulder, I was way out from the shore. I knew immediately what had happened. I tried swimming parallel to the shore, but was still in a very strong current and began to tire quickly.
Then a wave broke over my head, and I felt the panic rising. I know that panic is one's worst enemy in the water, so I floated and treaded water for a few minutes to catch my breath and relax. I could see my family on the shore trying to spot me in the water, but the swells were too big for them to see me waving. Once when I looked out to sea to keep an eye on the swells so I wouldn't be caught unawares again, I realized that just a little further out, there were surfers.
Suddenly the light bulb went off in my head. Instead of trying to make it back to shore on my own, I turned and swam further out to where they were. I told them what had happened and asked if one of them would allow me to accompany him into shore using his board as a boogie board for both of us. Of course, one of them agreed.
It took both of us to get far enough away from the current so we could paddle back into shore. I feel very fortunate that I recognized what had happened, knew not to panic, and was able to find a solution.
Every kid who swims in the ocean should be taught this so you will have an endless supply of , not a list of death statistics. As for myself, I still love the ocean and swim in it every chance I get.
Bill, South Carolina, 2011
On August 8, 2011, my son Ryan and I went for one last swim at Garden City Beach, SC before heading back home. He was riding the waves in and I was just enjoying the cool water as it had been so hot. After being in the water for about 40 minutes I noticed all the waves had gone. About that time we could hear a woman yelling from shore for her son to “come back in, you’re too far out”. We turned our heads to see who she was yelling to and saw this 10 year old boy in distress. He had a Styrofoam boogie board next to him but didn’t realize it was there as he appeared to be panicking.
Ryan swam toward him and got to him after about his 3rd time going down. He was under water so Ryan went under and pushed him to the top. I arrived a few seconds later and grabbed the boy at which point he tried to climb on top of me. By this time the people on shore were gathering and, getting smaller. I can’t say for sure how far out we were but it had to be at least 75 to 100 yards. I had a hold of the boy and began swimming, to no avail, back to shore. I swam as hard as I could for what seemed like forever but was probably 5 to 7 minutes.
The lifeguards got to us just in time as I’m not sure how much longer I could have lasted. I’ve been caught in a couple of rip currents before but for whatever reason, I did not swim parallel to shore. I don’t think that little boy knew how to swim and was relying on his boogie board for safety. I’m happy to say we are all doing fine.
Susan, New Smyrna Beach, FL, 2016
My dad and I were boogie-boarding on a warm day in the Florida winter. With very few swimmers due to the colder water, there were no lifeguards with exception of a rescue-jeep that passed by infrequently. The only other swimmers in the area were two young children a bit closer to shore. Within an instant, my dad and I noticed we were much further out from shore than we had been all day and decided to head in pronto. As we were attempting to come ashore, we heard the two kids screaming for help. We went to help and managed to each get a kid on our board. Within seconds, my dad and the kid with him had already drifted quite further away from me and towards shore. I was able to somewhat calm the girl on my board by insisting we were floating with our heads above water and that her younger brother was safe, too, on my dad's board. Not knowing what to do, I made one attempt to swim hard straight in--it did little good. My next move was to head for the breaking waves and ride them in. Fortunately, a few minutes later, I waved down a surfer who came over and then helped guide us in and then went back to help my dad and the boy on his board. The boogie boards we had really saved us by enabling us to remain calm, knowing at least we were floating and could breathe. This allowed us to buy time to slowly make it in to shore and signal for help.
I've since learned how to better handle a rip current and take rip current signs far more seriously. My advice to other average swimmers is to have something with you that floats when swimming in unfamiliar waters and don't underestimate the potential dangers of the water. While my dad and I were not in a great situation ourselves, it was clear that the two children nearby urgently needed help and could easily have drowned. They were extremely panicked because they found themselves in water too difficult to swim in on their own.
Hi. My name is Bill Proenza and I am the Director for the Southern Region of the National Weather Service. My experience with rip currents is first hand. At the age of 11, I was swimming off the Florida Coast, near Key Biscayne, and found myself carried into deep water. I tried to swim toward shore but to no avail. After being pulled under the water once, I called for help. Fortunately, an experienced swimmer pulled me to safety. Following this event, I took lessons through the Red Cross swimming program. While the program helped me improve my swimming ability, it did not offer much insight on handling what we called "undertows" (rip currents). Nevertheless, the training did pay off two years later, when I had the chance to save a man who was trapped in a rip current, again off Florida's east coast. I noticed him struggling in the water and crying out for help. I swam behind him and managed to push him at an angle toward the shore. He told me he couldn't swim but found himself drawn into deeper and deeper water. It is my hope that you take these safety rules and the dangers of rip currents to heart. If you do so, your trips to the coast should be pleasant, enjoyable and safe for you, your family and friends.
My son, Joshua Scurlock, drowned while swimming with a friend near Patrick Air Force Base in Florida. He was 19 years old. His friend helplessly watched him drown after the exhaustion of fighting the current to save his own life. I tell him every chance I get, that he did the right thing staying on the beach and getting help. Of course, he feels extremely guilty for not going back in the water to save him, something he could not physically do. Instead he did the best thing possible, yell for help.
An experienced surfer was just coming in for the day because the waves were so rough and risked his own life to try rescue my son. It took everything within him to pull his body up onto his surfboard and maneuver his way back up to shore. When they reached the beach, he began CPR; however, it was only seconds before paramedics arrived. I don't really know how long my son was in the water but I can imagine the difficulty the surfer experienced while fighting the current to reach him. He had already drowned when he reached his lifeless body. I thank God every day for that surfer. He brought my son's body back to me. He could have been washed out to sea and I would not have had the chance to bring him home for a proper burial.
Josh grew up in Indiana and we frequently visited Florida, as many other Hoosiers do. I moved Josh to his "paradise" apartment in Cape Canaveral, FL, on September 1, 2004. Josh died November 13, 2004. He was fulfilling his dream, living five blocks from the beach, appreciating the beauty of the ocean every day. He loved the water and he was a great swimmer. Unfortunately, living far from the ocean, he was never taught about rip currents.
I'm now trying to raise rip current awareness in my state so that no one else loses their life. I'm told over half of the deaths from rip currents are people from the Midwest. This is all the more reason to raise awareness. Everyone should know how to escape from a rip current. We teach our children what to do if caught in a tornado because we see a lot of them in the state of Indiana. Why do we not teach them about rip currents? Is it because we don't have any water here? I don't know the answer but I'm doing everything in my power to change it. If you talk to people here, they don't even know what a rip current is, much less how to save their own life if caught in one. I'm starting with the high schools around spring break time. It's the perfect opportunity to help spread awareness. All of the kids flock to the beaches during vacation. They all relate to my son's story and realize that this can happen to them. My goal is to reach the entire Midwest through our school systems.
John Lane, the heroic surfer who risked his life to bring me my son's body, gave me the gift of being able to tell my son good-bye and kiss one last time. Tell everyone you know about rip currents and their potential dangers of taking a life. Help me in raising awareness, no matter where you live. I hope no one else has to say that kind of goodbye.
Michael, Delaware, 1998
August 23, 1998, 24-year-old Michael drowned while swimming at Rehoboth Beach, DE. Michael was an active member of Boy Scout Troop 495, based at Lutheran Church of St. Andrew. Michael earned his Eagle Scout three weeks before he drowned.
After graduating from Einstein High School in 1992, he volunteered as a White House intern. He and his father loved to travel. Michael loved the beach. The weekend Michael drowned, the Johnson's were on a beach camping trip at Rehoboth Beach, DE. Rip currents developed suddenly placing several people in peril. Michael was swept away. His body washed ashore two and a half blocks from where he disappeared.
In honor of their son's memory and to help prevent what happen to their son from happening to others, Carl and Susan Johnson work closely with the Boy Scouts and the Dewey Beach Patrol educating the Scouts in water safety and rescue techniques.
Kam, New Jersey
NWS notes that while we celebrate teaching live saving skills and heroic actions, even adults who are strong swimmers have died trying to save rip currents victims. Always swim on a beach with a life guard and let the life guard perform the rescue. When not on a protected beach, yell out to the person caught in the rip to swim parellel to the shore. Do NOT attempt a rescue if you are not a trained life guard.
Last year, on July 17, Justyna Harrington and her family were at the beach in Sea Bright NJ, and the rip current caught her 9 year daughter Gabi. Gabi and her brother Kam are good swimmers but Gabi panicked and was fighting the current. Kam grabbed his boogie board and swam out to her, for roughly 30 yards, and brought her back to the beach. Kam was 6 years old at the time.
Boy, Margate City, New Jersey: 2013
As I am writing this, I am laying awake in bed, thanking God for saving me, my 11 year old son, and my fiance from drowning this afternoon. It was a beautiful, sunny day today and being that we live 2 blocks from the beach, we decided to take advantage of such a lovely afternoon.
Around 4 pm, we took a walk down to the beach and went into the water. My son had his boogie board, and he and my fiance were going in search of some nice waves to ride. I noticed quickly that the waves were pulling me down beach and away from the lifeguard stand fairly quickly. I kept telling my son to walk back toward the lifeguard stand so that they would be able to keep an eye on him. We all made it back in view of the lifeguard stand.
Not feeling in danger, we continued swimming and began swimming straight out into the ocean. We were all together when I noticed that we were at the end of the fishing pier, which is pretty far out. I mentioned this to my fiance and then realized that my feet were no longer touching the ocean floor. My fiance then said to me "I am being pulled backwards." That is when panic set in. I tried my hardest to swim away from the currrent but it was too strong. Waves started crashing over me and I couldn't catch my breath. Just then a wave came and my fiance pushed my son who was on his boogie board towards me. I grabbed the board and was going to try to flag down the lifeguard when, just then, my feet were able to touch the ocean floor.
We were stuck out in the current for only about 7 minutes but it felt like an eternity. I just kept thinking "Oh my God, I might die right now." We were exhausted and pushed about a half a block away from where we started from. Thankfully, we all made it out okay but it scared me to death. I can't even sleep tonight and am not sure whether or not I will be going into the ocean anytime soon. I told the lifeguard how bad the current was, and he said he was milliseconds away from jumping in to rescue us.
Unfortunately, in our town, we do not have flags that let us know about the currents. I am not sure if we have rip current signs posted anywhere, however I would love to find out how we can get that information out there. I am 36 years old and a pretty good swimmer, but today was the scariest day of my life and reminded me to respect the ocean. When we got home I had my son watch your video on how to swim out of rip currents. Thank you for all you do in raising awareness on such an important topic.
Toni, Alabama, 2002
It was early fall of 2002 and my husband and I were down for a weekend at Gulfshores, Alabama with my sister and her boyfriend. It was our first afternoon there and I had seen how bad the tides were and decided not to go in the water; however my sister had another idea when she arrived. Without a care in the world and no regard to the wave action, she plunges in and took her boyfriend with her. Upon my realization she was in the water, I got to the beach in time to see her floating out and her boyfriend trying to make it to shore. I jumped in to swim out to my sister and before long, I felt the rip tide. There was no bottom left to the sea floor.
I had been in about 4 1/2 feet of water when this happened. I tried in vain to reach for my sister, who was struggling to swim towards the beach. I myself was stuck and could not swim inward. My husband pulled me from the tide and upon getting to shore, I ran for more help. It took 4 very strong young men to pull my sister in. I have never experienced something so terrifying in my life and even though I knew to swim sideways and out of the trap, my fear of drowning and of my sister drowning displaced all knowledge. I believe my sister has a healthy respect now for the water and as for me, I have never been back in. Just for the record, we are both in our early 40's and both know how to swim. This can happen to anyone and your best chance of survival is to be aware of the dangers present!
Tom, Long Beach, Indiana
I grew up in a town on Lake Michigan shores called Long Beach, IN, just a few miles north of Michigan City, IN. I remember the first experience I had with rip currents or "undertow" as we called it. It was the most frightening moment I had in my, at the time, young life. I am approaching retirement age and have dived in several different areas of the U.S. mainland, Hawaii and the Carribean. Having a basis for comparison, I believe the force of the water in Lake Michigan and the other Great Lakes is much stronger.
I am told because of the long shape and the comparatively narrow distance between the eastern and western shores of Lake Michigan, many of the ships captains that deliver goods and services on the Great Lakes have a deep respect for this lake. I have seen the lake kick up from a dead calm roaring fury in 15-20 minutes, reminding all of nature's power.
As for my experiences in lake rip currents, I have noticed one common thread, there always seemed to be a central point of the outflow current that seemed to focus mainly in one direction. As I learned to deal with these situations I became more confident that as I swam at right angles to the outflow, I quickly found stable water that was moving with the wind direction, which was usually parallel and somewhat heading onshore. At that point getting back to shore was not a problem.
I can fully appreciate the fear and panic one can feel in the grip of an undertow. To this day I've never forgotten my introduction to "Mr. Rip [Current]." The only caution I can offer is know what to expect and how to deal with it, don't freak out, and you'll swim out with a tale to tell.
I am from Michigan and didn’t know there are rip currents on the Great Lakes in places. But being from the Midwest, the sign posted at Pepper Park on North Hutchinson Island was the first place I saw the diagram of a rip current. I learned a lot from just that one sign. My boys and I used to stop at the sign each morning and review the information on rip currents before getting in the water. Just this past week we were visiting again and while in the water I felt a strong suction out toward the ocean. It wasn’t super deep where I was standing so I was fine, however, if that had been my 4 year old playing too far away from me, it easy to see how he could have been pulled out even in shallow water. We had a great week at the beach and thanks to the signs posted, have always been mindful of the possible hazards around us.
Gail, Ocean Shores, Washington
Most of us think that life threatening events happen to other people, never ourselves. Having grown up with an adventurous spirit and game to try most any outdoor activity I took for granted the outcome of my actions would be safe.
My story begins during the summer of 1989. I was riding in the vehicle of a friend along the coastline near Ocean Shores, WA. It was a really hot day, and the sun’s rays shining on the sea waves made them appear to glisten and look so inviting. My friend found a road leading onto the beach which didn’t have condos or houses so he parked his vehicle, and we ran out to the water.
The coolness of the water was invigorating and after getting used to it, I ventured out a little further to where it reached my thighs. For several minutes I jumped and splashed in the water yelling out to my friend how great this was.
Without any warning, the sand I was standing on began moving out to sea with the strong current, taking me along with it. It all happened so quickly that I had no idea what was happening until I looked at how far the shore was from me. The current must have pulled me under the water and when it finally stopped, I was able to get my head up out of the water. The entire event left me exhausted, and I didn’t feel like I had the strength to swim back the several hundred yards I had been carried out. As I looked into the shore, I thought this was how my life was to end. While thinking this, I suddenly became aware of a male voice telling me to “Swim parallel to the shore.” It was as clear as if he was right there. I began to relax and started dog paddling and slowly swimming parallel to the shoreline. I was too tired to do anything more but as I moved with the current in that direction, I eventually reached the shore.
Thinking back now about the incident, there probably was a sign posted on the beach with a warning about rip currents. Unfortunately persons like myself, who have never had this experience, can’t possibly imagine the power of the rip current and how completely helpless you are when overtaken by one. I count myself as one of the fortunate ones to have survived it. It actually wasn’t until today that I vividly recall hearing the male voice telling me what to do. I was too overcome by fear to be able to think rationally at that time.
Mary Cate, Oregon
My husband and I wanted to float behind where the waves were breaking, because we wanted a peaceful, less turbulent experience. We'd done this several times at a different beach with no trouble. We found at first that we were able to come and go from where we could touch bottom, so we felt there was no reason to be concerned. We headed back out where we couldn't touch bottom again, and enjoyed the waves, which seemed to be getting bigger. My brothers were in the surf and called to us beckoning with large arm movements. We thought they just wanted us to join them in the more turbulent area, and we voiced our enthusiasm for the fun of where we were at. It never crossed our minds that we were in danger. It wasn't long after that that we noticed that we were quite a bit further from shore than we were just a short time before. My husband suggested we head back in. I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, thinking about what I'd been told about rip currents. I suggested maybe we should swim to the side, but at the same time, I felt uneasy about going to a place out of sight of our family. My husband expressed confidence that we should just swim slowly and steadily towards shore. We did so, but I kept feeling that sick sense of dread, and would increase my fury of motion. He would talk to me, encourage me to conserve strength and swim slowly. "But we are losing this fight!" my mind seemed to scream, "So I must fight *harder!*"
At this point, the waves seemed truly daunting. I didn't think waves this far out could break, but they were breaking over us. If I focused all my attention on breathing at appropriate times and keeping my head above water between waves, I would've been fine, but with my single-mindedness to somehow overcome the current, I was accidentally taking in seawater, some into swallowed, but a tiny bit coughed in. Because of my intense emotion, this time seemed very long. I felt certain that our family knew of our plight and was getting help, but I wondered what was taking them so long! Suddenly I saw two swimmers coming towards us in wetsuits with boards. I just assumed they were the help my family called for. They were not. They were surfers there to have fun like everyone else. But they knew we were in danger, and they acted quickly. They urged both me and my husband to get on their boards. This was a great relief, and I thought it was all over and all was well. I kept repeating over and over, "Thank you for saving us!" But it wasn't over yet.
One of the men was more confident than the other. They discussed swimming sideways, but could detect no advantage to one side or the other. So they opted for straight in. The man helping me was the more certain one. With every wave, he pushed the board forward as hard as he could, trying to get the most advantage out of the wave. The waves were throwing me hard, and one capsized me. He would warn me when big waves were approaching, instructing me to hold on tight, don't let go. At last, we seemed to be getting closer, and he said, "This is it, you're going to be OK." But that last wave threw me to the ground hard and I hyper-extended my back with a sudden force. I hoped that I hadn't just permanently injured my spine! But moments later I was standing on my own two feet. Amongst cheers of a large, watching crowd, I was welcomed in, people asking me how I was. The woman who called 911 put a blanket around me, and told me she'd been caught in a rip current in Mexico where she had to swim along the shore for a mile before making it back in.
All I could think of is, "Where is my husband? Is he safe?" They said he'd gotten closer, but then been pulled back out again. They finally came in, but further south from us, finding advantage in going side-ways. Once we were out, the Coast Guard and an ambulance had just arrived. All was well, and we were so glad for real-life heroes! A woman had died in a rip current in this area just the day before.
William, Newport Beach, California
When I was around 12 years young, my 10-year-old brother and I were in southern California on vacation with my mother. We were at Newport Beach on a sunny summer day. My mother was on a blanket on the shore sunbathing. My brother was near the shore in the shallow water. I walked out further, as the braver people do. I was having a nice time splashing around in the small waves and then I noticed my body being pulled backwards as I was trying to swim forward. My mother, who was watching from the shore noticed it too. She stood up and called for help. There were two or three older boys floating on a raft behind me. They heard my mother and then they saw me as I was “swimming forward but going backwards” in their direction. All the while, I was being pulled back toward where the boys were on the raft. I was still trying to swim forward but I was still going backwards. One of the boys reached out his arm as I got closer to the raft. I grabbed his hand. Then the wave broke. I was suddenly free from the riptide. I was then able to swim forward to the shore. What an experience. The power of a riptide cannot be underestimated. I did not see it but I was caught in it and I felt it’s power.