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Input: Text: yesterday i almost drowned. i was at johnson shut-ins in missouri.

it's basically a river that's worn down paths through giant boulders, making it like a natural water park. you can google for pics.

it was closed because the river was up too high, and they had just opened it back up yesterday. i was there with my fiance, and you could tell the water was still up because the current was much stronger that usual. well, i'd done it before so i figured i could handle it. well, really, i just didn't think about how dangerous it could be.

i had climbed down the first set of rocks, and it felt like i was sitting in rapids. i was on the side holding myself between some rocks. the water split around a rock to go down another level, and i was trying to go across to that rock. well, the current caught me and didn't let go. i got pulled down to the next level, and hadn't even had time to think, but i wasn't panicked yet. more of an, ah well shit.

i knew to keep my feet first, and my head up. i did, but the stronger current pulled me down further and i went down another set of rocks. i tried to grab on to something, anything, but the rock was too smooth to grasp anything. it was this point where my sunglass flew off, and i tried to grab for them but they flew off. it was at this point i recognized that i was started to lose my breath, and realized i was starting to gasp for air in the tumultuous rapids.

it began to dawn on me how serious this was, and that i couldn't just get out of this. 

i started grasping for any rocks i could, desperate to get a hand on anything. this was a mistake, because now i was spinning around and no longer feet first. it was around this time i noticed a man watching me from high up a big rock. i thought about yelling for help, but in the fight for help or breathing, the breathing won. i knew i couldn't yell for help without losing precious breaths, and risking taking gulps of water. 

i was now disoriented, beginning to panic, losing air and being tossed around the next ledge of rock and water.

i should mention here that for the most of the shut-ins, the water is only 1-3ft deep. standing up wasn't an option because of how strong the current was, and the momentum that the water had built in dragging me downriver.

but as i got thrown down into the next level by the current, i was face first and forced underwater. i righted myself instantly, but knew that i had been pulled deep underwater, into the one deep spot. 

this was a ring of giant boulders, with the water pooled in the middle, and the current washing down had made a deep gully in the center. i had never touched bottom there.

i am a six foot tall man. i righted myself and struggled two feet to the surface, forcing myself against the current to go back to the surface. i never touched bottom, that hole was at least 9 feet deep.

i struggled to stay above water, the undertow trying to suck me down now that it had caught me. i'm a strong swimmer, experienced at treading water, and it was all i could do to drag myself back up to take frenzied gulps of air before i got pulled back down. i could see the man up high, still standing on the rock watching me. he was standing probably 12 feet above me.

luckily the current grabbed me once more, and shoved me towards a rock in the middle of the stream. i grabbed for it, but it was so smooth, and the momentum had built so strong that i could not hold myself more than a single moment. i pushed off of it as i was dragged downstream, and was able to flop myself over to an edge, where an outcropping of rock provided sweet reprieve from the current, and i grabbed on for dear life and pulled myself aside to the calm water, rapids still just two feet away. i held on tight, afraid that i would get sucked back in.

i took a few moment, having to cough roughly and take and few good breaths of sweet, sweet air. i hadn't swallowed any water, but i was very close. i could hear the man on the rock yelling. he was now across from me, still 12 feet up.

"hey! are you okay?"

i thought to myself for a brief moment, no thanks to you asshole, but i knew there would have been no way for him to get down in time to help me even if he had tried.

"i am now!" i yelled back. he stayed for a moment, then satisfied i was okay he walked away. 

i started to wonder how i would let my fiancé know i was okay. she was still upstream where i got sucked in. it was at this point i recognized my contacts had fallen off in the water, when i had finally gotten dragged down i thought to myself. so i couldn't see, no one was close by, and i didn't want her to try try come after me.

my attention was focused when i saw a person coming downstream. you have to be shitting me, i thought. of course she followed me.

but she was upstream, struggling to stay on the surface where i had gotten dragged down. i yelled for her to come to me, come to my voice. but she couldn't here. panic started to creep in when i knew i couldn't help her, and probably couldn't even go out to catch her when she would go past where i was.

i was still thinking about what to do when someone jumped in from a rock ledge on the side i was on, probably a good 6 foot from the water. he jumped down near her, grabbed on to her and pulled her downstream to the rock in the center, then to the side where i was. he stayed a minute to make sure she was okay, and we thanked him dearly and he left, leaving me holding her tight against me, as she broke down crying.

we both ended up okay, and we hobbled our way our to the edges of the rocks, and climbed the dry rock upstream to before the shut-ins, and walked across the two foot deep water to exit and walk back to our car. we were both battered and bruised. i had to make conversation with her because she was so frightened. i kept her mind off of it, and we returned to the car and changed and left for home.

i posted this because i wanted to tell the story to someone. get it off my chest. my fiancé doesn't want to talk about it because it still scares her deeply and she will break down crying. we agreed not to tell parents for fear of them getting panicked.

but here it is, the story of how i almost drowned yesterday. of how i was humbled by the rapids, the "strong swimmer" that was so sure of himself that he ventured into the area that everyone else was avoiding.

it has definitely been an extremely humbling experience. i will never take my safety in water for granted again.

it was scary to imagine me and my fiancé almost drowned, and only two of the probably couple dozen people around noticed.

 

*edit: adjusted some wording to appease the writing critics*

TIFU by almost drowning