Comments on: Gasping for Life http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/ Listen to stories on anything from honeymoons to WWII, from award-winning journalists to first-time writers alike, from anywhere in the world. Mon, 13 Oct 2008 20:14:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 by: Mike Huber http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-55928 Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:54:17 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-55928 That brings back some memories. When I was little, my parents took me to a beach in Mexico. I don't remember which one. I was far from shore, but the water was only waist deep. A big swell came, lifted me off the sand. And set me down with nothing under my feet. I was a pretty good swimmer, so I just started swimming for shore. But it kept getting farther away. I never felt any current or pull, the shore just kept going away. My father came after me, and we both swam toward the shore that kept getting farther away. We could just barely see my mother and brothers running up and down yelling for help. Eventually, a man with an air mattress paddled out. We held the sides and swam in easily. The man told us he couldn't swim. I remember the alcohol from another time in another town in Mexico. Dog pack attack. That alcohol does not feel good. That brings back some memories.

When I was little, my parents took me to a beach in Mexico. I don’t remember which one. I was far from shore, but the water was only waist deep. A big swell came, lifted me off the sand. And set me down with nothing under my feet. I was a pretty good swimmer, so I just started swimming for shore. But it kept getting farther away. I never felt any current or pull, the shore just kept going away. My father came after me, and we both swam toward the shore that kept getting farther away. We could just barely see my mother and brothers running up and down yelling for help.

Eventually, a man with an air mattress paddled out. We held the sides and swam in easily. The man told us he couldn’t swim.

I remember the alcohol from another time in another town in Mexico. Dog pack attack. That alcohol does not feel good.

]]> by: Dianne http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-43085 Mon, 04 Feb 2008 16:53:47 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-43085 Cin--I didn't realize until I was almost done with this piece that I had been holding my breath and was gasping myself by the end. This is absolutely masterful (although I wish, as a non-detached reader, that you and R hadn't had to go through it). Cin–I didn’t realize until I was almost done with this piece that I had been holding my breath and was gasping myself by the end. This is absolutely masterful (although I wish, as a non-detached reader, that you and R hadn’t had to go through it).

]]> by: Julia Buckley http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-42713 Mon, 28 Jan 2008 22:57:42 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2008/01/28/gasping-for-life/#comment-42713 What a powerful piece, Cindy! So beautifully written and so full of suspense in its detailing of the conflicts we don't expect. And I'm SO glad, even as a detached reader, that it ended the way it did. I hope to see more of your writing. What a powerful piece, Cindy! So beautifully written and so full of suspense in its detailing of the conflicts we don’t expect. And I’m SO glad, even as a detached reader, that it ended the way it did.

I hope to see more of your writing.

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