My irish immigrant parents would often go to Kingsburg Beach, Which was in the New York area. The trips were made in the summertime to escape the sweltering heat and humidity for which New York is famous during the summer months. Beginning a t the age of five i accompanied my parents to wade in the cool ocean water.
One particularly saturday, my parents left me alone on the beach and went to the boardwalk where there was a sallon. Perhaps they asked someone to watch me, but I'm sure not sure. After a bit, I left the beach towel and walked down to a peer to look in the water. While i was gazing over the edge of a peer someone pushed me off into the deep water. I can remember going down and down; I didn't know how to swim, so i just kept going down. I can still remember seeing a wooden pillar as i was sinking.
The next thing i knew i was on a beach towel, and many peolpe were standing over me, including my parents. I was eventully told that a man saw me pushed off tge peer, and he dove in the water to save my life. The big unanswered questio is: would i have survived if that stranger had not seen me pushed? I call him my guardian angel. When i was older i was told that the only other person on the peer was the stranger who saved my life. What do you think? A miracle, or was i just lucky? You decide...
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