The flood waters were so high, rushing by so quickly, my uncle told my cousin and I not to go near the creek, which had risen and overflowed its boundaries by far, but I was a curious child… I kept getting closer and closer, with my cousin warning me to stay back with every step, until I lost my footing…
When I fell into the flooded creek, it quickly swept me down the rapids, my cousin, Jay, was screaming and running down the banks after me. I’ve never been a strong swimmer, so I was swallowing a lot of dirty brown water and going under quite a bit.
Was I going to drown and die because I didn’t stay away from the water?
In this creek behind my cousins’ house, there was a large rock and a deep spot that we used to call our swimming hole. We would go down to this rock and slide out to the edge and jump in to the five or six-foot deep spot in the summers. It was in that spot that my cousin was able to catch up with me. He grabbed a broken branch and extended it out into the water towards me yelling “grab on, grab on”. I grabbed it, and he pulled me to safety. By this time my uncle had come out and helped get us both back to dry land.
So at the age of 8-years-old, my 10-year-old cousin saved my life. Just another time that God made sure that I wasn’t swept away!
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