I wasn’t but did accept his apology. I went out fishing with him in his boat which turned out to be my mistake. Pulled a life jacket out, went to put it on and it had been attacked by rats and fell to bits, all four had. The flares were out of date, no horn or whistle and no v sheet. I looked at him and shook my head and gave myself a good kick in the backside and said to myself I am a f*cking idiot coming out fishing with you. We got in safely without incident and I bought my own boat.
An ex state cricketer died a couple of years ago doing the sinking fishing boat thing while on the ■■■■. the bizarre thing was he didn’t actually drown - he was so fat and enebriated the life jacket didn’t fit right and ended up suffocating him cause it got stuck in his face and he couldn’t breathe.
Once the person drowning stops fighting for air, its kind of like you’ve been smoking dope and are floating through clouds, or it was for me.
I almost drowned at Lake Eppalock. I was resuscitated. The people who pulled me out of four metres of water said I had been under for about five minutes. Later, I asked the ambo’s what was the light I saw and the music I heard. They said it was the sun but had no idea about the music. When I was released and allowed to leave, I walked down the water’s edge, I could not see my ankles in six inches of water, let alone the sun.
Several weeks later I was in book shop in Fitzroy, a book fell off the shelf and I picked it up and bought it. It was called Life after Life by Raymond Moody. It was about near death experiences. I realised that was what had happened to me.