“From what I was later told, they were drowning, but my mom managed to hold him up. I ended up at the edge of the pier, right before getting sucked out to sea. I somehow managed to grab hold and lift myself from the water and onto one of the wooden pier columns. I couldn’t see any of my friends or my mom.
“This man came over on the pier and hoisted me up onto the pier. Now, the pier was several feet up, and this man used all of his strength to pull me up there. I ran down the pier and around to the beach. One of my friends was standing there, and she was shocked at all of the blood pouring from my head from the barnacles. I was screaming bloody murder for my mom. I kind of blacked out at that point and just remember seeing my sister, friends, and my mom sitting on the beach, all in a daze. My mom was covered in blood from the barnacles slicing her body. Ambulances eventually came, and I found out that the man who pulled me up onto the pier went and saved my mom and the friend my mom was protecting. He just kept coming back to save us until we were all safe.
“We learned he was the husband of a counselor at my elementary school. Every year since then, my mom has baked him and his family cookies on Christmas to thank him for saving our lives. I remember almost dying, the feeling of drowning. I don’t know how I got onto that pier column. I was exhausted from fighting the current and trying to stay alive, but somehow got the strength to get on there. It was truly the most terrifying experience I’ve ever had. I’ve been back to the beach since, but not that particular beach, and if there are any piers, I absolutely refuse to swim near them.”
—Anonymous
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