I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength and I shoved my rescue tube into her arms. Panicking she grasped the tube as we floated to the side of the pool. Back on land my body shook from the adrenaline surging through my system. After she finished coughing the woman said, “Oh my god I thought I was going to die, thank you for saving me”. I became a lifeguard at age 16 because I love helping people. Honestly at first I wanted to be a lifeguard for the money but now it's become more about keeping people safe than my paycheck. Sure it’s boring when you sit on the stand for hours at a time, but I will myself to stay focused even with my ADD because I know at any moment, someone’s life could depend on my ability to act. My job is tedious sometimes, but when you …show more content…
I nearly drowned when I swam into the deep end of my friends pool , my mother had to jump in and pull me out of the water. Immediately afterwards my parents placed me in swim lessons. I struggled with swimming at first, but I persisted and became a strong swimmer. As my skills improved my parents had me join swim teams where I managed to go to the League Championship. Then I decided to apply my skills to lifeguarding. I saved seven people during my first summer lifeguarding. Even though I sometimes had to be the “bad guy”, I made sure people followed the rules, and I was able to prevent many injuries. I also had a good time doing my job too like when I was able to relax with the other lifeguards and when I was able to have some fun teaching little kids how to
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At the hospital Bethany gave up surfing and said to her dad, “I want to be the best surf photographer in the world,(Hamilton 105)” but she was not herself then. Once out of the hospital she scraped that idea, and decided she was going to surf. She relearned how to surf and competed in competitions too. She has found the good in her situation and help
I walked over to the pool when I suddenly slipped and fell in the water. I was not a strong swimmer, and without an inner tube to help me I was even worse. I could feel myself slipping into the darkness, when a large splash happened next to me and something grabbed me from the water. I looked up and saw my dad, a hero.
Dad was dragging me. I felt terrified and clutched his neck so tightly that his skin turned white” (Walls 65). Jeannette had trouble swimming. She was drowning. Jeannette breathed when she went to the hot part of the water, and water surged into her nose and mouth.
One person who deserves to be a hero in my mind is Kim Roemig who went to a two year college at Kirkwood Community college to become a Cardiology Nurse. Yet, when she started she had no idea that she would end up doing that profession. It didn’t her until she was in her last year that she wanted to be a nurse. Finally, she graduated college and got her first job as a Cardiology Nurse Assistant at Mercy Care in Cedar Rapids. She has been a nurse for 17 years now, and is one of the best around.
As water rushed into his lungs, his body became less buoyant. Because panic set in, the friends didn’t know what to do; therefore, were able to keep him afloat. All of a sudden he stops shaking, and everyone calms down. Everyone stared at each other in disbelief before reality sets in. “He’s dead”, one friend says softly while the others remain silent.
Anne Fadiman’s “Under Water” strikingly relates a particularly morbid, yet surreal experience: the death of a teen, Gary, in a freak canoeing accident. From writing about this particular incident, Fadiman reflects her own development and maturation as a person, from an “impatient” person to one who is “no longer in a hurry.” However, in a more general sense, the essay also deals with how people react to death. In the seventh paragraph of “Under Water,” Fadiman’s use of personification and the use of a metaphor describing the body of Gary highlights how individuals insistently attempt to detach themselves from death, refusing to accept the truth of the situation, ultimately damaging themselves in the process.
Deep Run High School - Center for Information Technology I spent my high school life as a student in the Center for Information Technology. During this time, I took courses on Project Management, Web Development, Programming, and participated in a multitude of student activities. If you would like to know more about this, visit the CIT website.
Being first place in all my races was not enough for me, I strived to improve my time every instant I dove in the pool. To this day, I continue to attend swim team twice a week and swim extra on the weekends to keep in shape. On top of that, I will soon be an L.A. City Lifeguard starting the summer of 2017. Without swimming, I wouldn’t have developed the drive, the motivation, or the perseverance I continue to have
My engine opened at full throttle and my heartrate bouncing off redline as I saw the black smoke pouring into the sky like a coal factory chimney stack. While my partner and I arrived at the fire scene, the apartment was spitting out flames that crawled three stories high. Then, my partner and I downed our Personal Protective Gear (PPE) and the pulled attack line from the fire truck. Next, without a thought of fear, I entered the burning building. I pressed my left hand against the wall to guide me towards the fire as my right hand firmly gripped the nozzle, I continued into the blaze.
As lifeless as she looked, her eyes were open. Smothered underwater in a baby pool on the back porch, I ran to her aid thinking she was no longer alive. Fortunately, she was still breathing and I cautiously dragged her out of the water. Tears streamed down my face as I shook her limp body in an attempt to bring her to consciousness. As a fourth grader, this was a horrendous experience, however, several other of my mother’s drunken episodes were just as terrifying.
Taking different English and writing classes has allowed me to write different types of papers. One paper that can be very challenging is the personal narrative. There are certain requirements that you must follow; each paper is different depending on who assigns it. When I am assigned to write this type of paper, usually it is dreadful to start and accomplish. This type of paper should just be removed from college writing courses.
Three hundred and fifty children under the age of five drown in pools each year nationwide. Two thousand and six hundred children are treated in hospital emergency rooms for near-drowning incidents. These statistics can bring chills down one’s spine. With drowning being such a threat, it is surprising how many guardians of young children dismiss the importance of their child learning how to swim. Survival swim lessons gives infants and toddlers the skills they need to move through the water independently while incorporating being able to breath when needed.
When I stepped up to the block, I saw a few swimmers with the same striking blue and red swim caps as me at the other end of the pool, but didn’t think anything of it. During the race, I could feel my limbs growing sore and my lungs aching to breathe normally again. Above the deafening splashes of water around me, I picked up a different sound: cheers. “Go! Go!”
My nerves from the first class unexpectedly came rushing back. These students grew into great swimmers, but I knew that the depth of the water could petrify them. The first few students were able to swim back up with little to no effort, but the last girl lost her footing and slipped into the pool and couldn 't resurface. I froze as I saw her struggling to swim and breathe. My mind quickly flashed back to the time I jumped out of my tube and almost drowned.
The sound of the whistle jolted me into action. I dove from the block, and a wave of silence crashed over me as I hit the water. For a moment, there was a sense of serenity as I swam under the surface. The spell broke as I rose for air. I could hear everyone yelling and cheering.