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My absolute scariest moment happened in Newport, although it happened when I was a young teenager its still as fresh in my memory. Some cousins that luv to fish where down from canada.... we where bottem fishing off a point, around noon the swells had picked up. As I'm reeling it in I get hung up on rocks covered with kelp and moss. I thought if I'ld walk out on the rock I could get better leverage and save some tackle,,,$0.40 maybe. It happened so fast when a swell after going by me swept me out. Each time I would call out for help I'ld get a mouth full. I can still remember screaming under water each time I'ld try to yell for help and seeing the white from the foam and suds each swell would take me a little father, I swallowed alot of water. Truth was I couldn't swim unless I was touching bottem. I may have been only ten yrds out or so but even if your only 5 yrds out in those conditions your a$$ is grass and the ocean is a lawn mower. Finaly my older cousin jumped in with everything he had, when he got next to me I grabbed on to him with everything I had. To this day I don't know how he got me out of there the way I clung on to him. I couldn't stop saying thank you thank you thank you, I must have said it a hundred times all the way back to where our family was picnicing. I can still see him laying out everything in his wallet to dry. Its good to hear other stories, theres got to be a reason why we're given a second chance, sometimes more,while so many others never got one.
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