I believe in guardian angels. I heard mine once when I was eleven years old. Honest!
During the summer months, my cousin Gerry and I would bike our way from my house over to Riis Park on the northwest side of Chicago to go spend an hour or so in the large public swimming pool. You could lock your bike up in the racks provided and they would still be there when you exited the pool.
The pool was arranged in sort of a T design. It had a long rectangle shallow end which then dropped off into the deeper square end, where the diving boards were. You could tell the deep end because it extended beyond the walls of the shallow end, thus forming the T design. And there were huge black letters along the cement designating: DEEP END.
My cousin and I stayed in the shallow end splashing and jumping around and occasionally went just a bit into the deeper part where you had to spring step to stay above the water line. One day, for some stupid reason, not knowing yet how to swim very well, I decided I wanted to jump off the diving board into the deep end for the first time.
I told my cousin to watch what I was about to do as we hurried along the cement side of the pool to the diving board. I don’t think he was really watching too well or he may have noticed that once I jumped into the water, I did not resurface. I stood on the edge of the lower board, took a deep breath, held my nose and closed my eyes and jumped into the water.
My first surprise was that I did not touch the bottom of the pool. My second was that I was still under water. It might seem strange, but I had never opened my eyes under water before, so, as usual, they were shut tight as I floundered around in the dark, in the water, reaching around and above to find the surface.
My lungs were full of air but I could not exhale, knowing I would never be able to inhale until I got out of the water. I was starting to panic and my lungs were aching to breathe as I continued to reach around for something to grab hold of, or break the surface (where I would open my eyes and head for the edge).
It was a long time under the water and I started to realize I just might drown. The panic increased. I was about to give up and release what air I had in my lungs when I suddenly heard a distinct audible voice say, “Open your eyes!” It wasn’t in my head, no, this voice was audible in my ears.
I did so immediately and there, right in front of me, was the ladder out of the pool. I reached for it and drew myself up, expelling the air and inhaling deeply as I held on to the rung. After a few deep breaths, I climbed out of the pool and looked for my cousin.
“I almost drowned!” I exclaimed. He looked at me and shrugged as we walked back to the shallow end.
I was still shaking and decided maybe we should call it a day and just leave.
Reflecting on the incident, I probably was not under water as long as it felt but I sure was in trouble. And, if I had expelled the air in my lungs I would have sunk to lower depths of the pool. Keeping my eyes closed while trying to find your way out of the water just does not work. It never dawned on me to open my eyes until I heard that distinct voice that saved my life that afternoon.
I’ve kept my eyes, and ears, open ever since.
