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Love the water. Got caught in a rip at Lucy Vincent MV w/my best friend while I was college. Very scary. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be fine, but the look in my buddy's eyes was pure terror. We were swept straight away from the beach and could not swim against the flow. We swam parallel to beach and finally got out of the rip. By the time we made it back to the breaking waves and I could touch the bottom he was like a rag doll, could barely walk. Scared the hell out of me.
The worst of it was I was worried about getting too close to him because the look in his eyes told me he was near panic and I felt he could drown us both. Didn't like my options that sunny afternoon, possibly watching my best friend drown, or trying to save him and risk both of us. Fortunately I was able to encourage him to swim with me.
He was right on the edge. It was a bad day.
Keeping your head is probably more important than being a webbed-toed submariner. A cool head is often your greatest asset when things get dicey.
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