The Reality of a Rye Rescue. ‘I am going to die’ were the words I continued to hear for many weeks. A reverberation in my head like a Catholic Church Bell in a small Romanian village that bellows in continuous motion dominating the night. How did this happen? How did I let fear dominate me? It was time for reflection. My day started well preparations in place, organised and excited. The sun peaked unpretentiously beyond the cloudless blue skies indicating it was going to be a brilliant day. It was Christmas 2013. We have developed a Christmas tradition due firstly to the size of the families and secondly, the need to consider the in laws, so every other year is our family Christmas. Yes 2013 was our year. I wanted to bless the family so I booked a holiday house in Rye on the Southern Peninsula of Victoria for ten days. It had five bedrooms and was excellent for our growing family. Now Christmas day had arrived. Post presents, and prayer our family of sixteen at the time all stuffed up and plumped up from a Christmas lunch to remember, and all moving like overloaded semitrailers in first gear after feasting on; …show more content…
In this season, I swam three times a week at my local indoor pool often forging seventeen laps a session. Not bad for a sixty year old. I was ready for a swim and confident that I could keep up with the boys. I began to make my way to the end of the Pier where the boys were. The water was clear and although I could not touch the bottom I could see the sand below me. There was not much to see except for a few star fish, Muzzles on the pylons and a couple of small crabs in fear for their lives. It was not long before I noted a change in the water! No longer calm and serene the water had become choppy, eerie and menacing. As quickly as I turned to swim in another direction the waves pounded my arms and face violently alarming me further to the weather