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One drink

When I think back to my time in the Bahamas last spring I can’t help but think how naive and silly I was. While walking on a remote beach - that I couldn’t wait to drive to in my rented small tin-shaking car - 15 minutes in I knew I messed up. A half-bottle of water was all I had. If you’ve been to  the Bahamas you know the midday sun is brutal. I'm thinking what an idiot. Absorbed in this self-loathing I trip on a piece of small driftwood and fall to the sand my ankle throbbing.

It was so bad that walking felt impossible. Thinking I could swim back back to the beach entrance I started floating on my back. But for some the waves made the pain worse. I crawled back to shore and sat where I could find a little shade. I saw a boat go by and waved and yelled and they just waved back. I guess they just thought I was a guy having fun.

By the time a third boat came cruising by it was 4 hours later. I was fading fast as the day fell into sunset. But I knew I had to improvise quickly. I started waving and yelling in distress before throwing myself on the sand. In my desperation the boat engine stopped. I looked up to see a guy jump off the boat and begin to swim toward me. When he reached me I saw he had a bottle of water. I emptied it so fast and hard it was running out of my mouth and down my cheeks. Anyway to cut a long story short xxx got me back to my resort. We ended up not only get me to the hospital but found we had so much in common and spent time together later at the resort and ultimately ended up being good friends.  He's coming to my wedding and my bride even like his wife.