Haven’t you asked this before? Instead of looking through a litany of responses I’ll answer this one.
I took my teenage brother down a class 5 rapids, I fell out of the raft and almost died. Another raft rescued me and we went down an eddy. I was so calm during the entire thing until a few minutes later our three rafts stopped at a riverbank at the bottom of that falls for lunch.
Someone gave me a cup of chicken broth and it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. Then I heard the guides talking about how everyone almost died saving me.
I started shivering, contemplated death and how calmly I popped out of the raft, put my feet downstream and even hung onto my paddle and held it across my chest, just as I was taught.
It was then I knew I could will myself to get through any crisis. And my brother and everyone else was fine. We just must have hit a rock and I popped out.
Man it was great to get out of those wetsuits, into regular clothes and have a steak supper as the last part of our journey. No-one ever talked about it. That was the other thing that stuck with me. Thanks for asking, WordPress, Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 