I was snorkelling in Hawaii and my plan was to stay in shallow water, but somehow the current swept me into deeper and rougher water. I tried to swim to some rocks that were about 8 feet away, but it was as if I was not moving at all. I thought, okay, I’ll just float, the salty water will help keep me up, but no, I sank. And I started swallowing water. I struggled to the surface and briefly was able to shout for help, but no one came, and I thought, calmly, “so this is how my life ends.” And down I went again.
Then a beautiful woman in scuba gear rose up from under me, and gently lifted me to the surface of the water. She moved me toward the shore and handed me to a different woman who somehow saw all of this and had waded into the water. She had long wavy blonde hair, and led me toward the shore, silently departing once I had my footing and could walk by myself to my towel. Neither woman spoke to each other or to me. When I turned to look, the scuba diver was gone, and the blonde woman had disappeared into a crowd of people (all of whom appeared oblivious to what had happened).
Was God looking out for me that day?