When I was
very young, between the ages of 3 and 6, my father was a member of a family
resort located in either Lafayette or Walnut Creek, California. He always said
it was in Walnut Creek but since I know it was just as you came out of the
Caldecott Tunnel you exited to get to the resort and that would make you in the
location of Lafayette and not Walnut Creek.
The story
goes that we were at the resort and me, being a little child, just calmly
stepped off the side of the pool and into the water. The thing is I wasn’t in
the 1 to 2 foot area of the pool I was in the deep end which was around 10 feet
deep.
Nobody saw me
drop into the pool which seems odd even to this day. When my mother and father
didn’t see me walking around any longer they went to the pool. What they saw
was surprising and amusing. They said there I was on the bottom of the pool in
nearly 10 feet of water calmly walking on the bottom of the pool. They said I
wasn’t scared or crying just calmly walking around like I owned the place.
The Life
Guard on duty pulled me out and I was fine. To this day I have no clue why I
didn’t get water in my lungs and nearly drown. Was it a miracle? Maybe.
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