On June 15, 1999, I was in Maine on vacation, and I believe that this is a major turning point in my life. My canoe (Smart Move #1) capsized off the coast (Smart Move #2) and I was in the water (45 ºF = TOO COLD) for 3 hours (3 hours = 180 minutes = 10,800 seconds = TOO LONG). Needless to say, I was COLD. My body temperature was down to 95.3 ºF (Coma sets in at 93 ºF) by the time I was found. (FYI: Hypothermia Rule of Thumb: 50 ºF water for 50 minutes = 50/50 chance of survival) I am so glad that someone on the road thought to try and get someone to save me. I wish I could have gotten her name, but she did not leave it. In the end, I spent 3 hours in the water, an hour getting to the hospital, 4 hours getting reheated and tested and probed and re-tested, and finally released with a pair of the sorest legs I've ever owned.
For now, I am all right. Of course, there is also the fact that I might not be experiencing the full repercussions. I am looking at this from a logical viewpoint. There is no emotion in logic, and I am an emotional person. I do not know if I am supposed to feel anything at all about it. I suppose that I have been blessed in not knowing what it is like to be "normal.” I figure my brain might be a little scrambled from my little dip in the ocean off the coast of Maine, but since I don't have anything to compare it to, I really don't have any point-of-reference that I can point to and say, "That is what changed" or "This is different.” My life has been so full of change and inconsistency, who knows what is next? All I know is that I must continue to rely on Jehovah, no matter what life throws at me.