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I almost killed a boy today. 17 years old... so young.
he was at the bottom, lips and limbs a matching shade of violet.
down 12 feet, he was unresponsive to my touch
and so we surfaced together in similar levels of unconsciousness
he was foaming, and I was shouting
I handed over "the situation" to an ever-ready, still hung-over Marcos.
without him, I'm not sure the boy would have survived
the next few moments are a blur.
I don't remember getting out of the pool
they barked orders, and I followed
got the pack with a mask and gloves
got the towels
answered the questions they all asked
how did I miss it?
did he struggle?
did he shout?
how did I miss the dark figure at the deepest part of the hot springs pool?
but my coworkers
my family
my friends
they are all so proud
he was at the bottom, lips and limbs a matching shade of violet.
down 12 feet, he was unresponsive to my touch
and so we surfaced together in similar levels of unconsciousness
he was foaming, and I was shouting
I handed over "the situation" to an ever-ready, still hung-over Marcos.
without him, I'm not sure the boy would have survived
the next few moments are a blur.
I don't remember getting out of the pool
they barked orders, and I followed
got the pack with a mask and gloves
got the towels
answered the questions they all asked
how did I miss it?
did he struggle?
did he shout?
how did I miss the dark figure at the deepest part of the hot springs pool?
but my coworkers
my family
my friends
they are all so proud