Returned to Life

Returned To Life: A Near-Death ExperienceThis true story is based on the drowning, near-death experience that Jennifer Webb had on the night of September 9, 1995! She died twice in one night, and was resuscitated after her rescuer swam her dead body back into shore! Read her exciting story of survival and redemption!An Excerpt:As we were talking and laughing, standing at the tree line, I looked over at Maury. At that moment, we looked at each other with the realization that the water...
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Returned To Life: A Near-Death ExperienceThis true story is based on the drowning, near-death experience that Jennifer Webb had on the night of September 9, 1995! She died twice in one night, and was resuscitated after her rescuer swam her dead body back into shore! Read her exciting story of survival and redemption!An Excerpt:As we were talking and laughing, standing at the tree line, I looked over at Maury. At that moment, we looked at each other with the realization that the water was warm. It was soft as silk and just as sensual, gently gliding over our feet. The amazing feeling registered on both our faces at the same time. We looked into each others eyes and saw the same reaction reflected back to us. We both said aloud at the same time, "It's warm"!In the next moment, we were headed towards the ocean's touch. Maury was splashing all about and adorably giggling as he asked me to step in further. His arms were open and waiting as he picked me up and laughingly began swirling me around. I began giggling too, enjoying his attention. Then the wave hit. It went right over us.We were swept away, and dragged out into the dark, fathomless ocean. When I was able to open my eyes I saw that I had been pulled out to sea and was a great distance from the beach, where I had been standing moments before. I knew right then, I was going to meet my maker, that very night. I looked around for Maury. He made it to me and held me for a brief instant. He took my hand into his, but he couldn't hold me. Then I was underwater again. My whole focus was on trying not to breathe in the water. That's when I was lifted to the surface again as I was swept further out to sea.I was definitely panicking as Maury and I made our way to each other again. He still couldn't hold or swim with me. I was holding onto him so tight and trying with every ounce of my mental will and physical energy to swim, whilst completely scared out of my wits. Then the third wave hit. Once again, I was overtaken and held under longer, before making my way back up to the surface. This time when Maury finally made it to me, the wave hit immediately, breaking up apart. That was the wave that swept me out to the ocean, alone.When I made my way back up to the surface that time, Maury was gone. I knew instinctively that he would make it to the shore and walk on land again. He was very strong, which was actually comforting to me, knowing he would live. I had complete faith he would not drown that night.I was swept out, farther and farther, with each wave. They were monstrous and getting bigger, heavier, and I was getting blasted underwater for longer amounts of time. When the rhythm of the ocean's washing machine cycles became predictable, I started to practice the timing of the waves. Upon reaching the surface, I looked to see when the next wave was going to push me down, then take a breath at the exact moment before the wave landed on my head. As I was slammed underwater, I waited for the right moment to purposefully relax my body so I would begin to float. That's how I figured out where the surface was located.To begin the ascent up, I swam as hard and forcibly as I could, to make it to take the next breath of life-sustaining oxygen. That's how I managed to live so long. Knowing for certain which direction the air awaited me, gave me the courage to swim furiously up to reach the surface again and again. It felt like I was stuck in the ocean's twisting, bold grasp forever.*