My Fear Of Drowning

As the old saying goes, in this world nothing can be said to be sure, except death and taxes. Even everyone knows their life must have an end, but most of them still fear the death. In the short stories, A Drowning by Mark Ferguson and Red Bean Ice by Nancy Lee, authors have demonstrated the reaction and feeling of people to death. In these two stories, the characters are unlike the other person when death comes. They are both calm facing to death, and they are all insisting their hope. However,

Fear sometimes goes away over time, like when you were little you were afraid of monsters under your bed. Sometimes they stay with you for a lifetime. One thing is certain; fear is almost inevitable. One of my biggest fears is drowning. When I go swimming I have to be able to touch something or else I get panic attacks. This fear started when I was about seven. My friend and I decided to take the swimming test so we could jump off the diving board. We wanted to be just like our friends who had

Drowning, a fear I thought I would never expect to encounter. A fear like this unlike any other, bringing on nightmares of death. Though my fear of drowning is immense, the ocean is my love, for it is my happy place. Even more contradictory I am a surfer. Paddling out with ten foot waves and tumbling, rolling, and struggling for air when I do not succeed. Held underwater for minutes at a time without a chance to catch my breath, yet I continue due to my passion and love for surfing and the ocean

this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.” (Green 311). He hurts her but he also affects her life for the better, and with love that will always be with her. With death being inevitable, the fear of what happens after is at hand, and with that the potential that all that's there is, is oblivion. This is Augustus’s phobia, or as he words it, "I fear oblivion, […] I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark." (Green 56)

My memory of almost drowning as a young child destroyed my perfect perspective of the world. I couldn’t fully understand why everyone came to save me when I almost drowned but when I saw an African American student who was constantly bullied in my predominantly white Texas school, no one came to save her. She was drowning too but in racism, not water. I couldn’t understand why some people were born drowning and why some weren’t. I thought that was how the world naturally worked. I couldn’t see any

where all my fears awaken and create a A strange sensation trembled from my head to my toes as I awakened in a thicket forest. The lavender bedroom walls. Gone. Instead, they were now replaced with vast amounts of trees encircling me.Sunlight strained my eyes while the frigid soil stuck onto my pale skin. The scent of fresh rain revived my senses as every inch of me finally escaped from sleep inertia. Gradually, I seated myself and then stood up.A bizarre sense of danger screamed through my instincts

Torture is something all over the world that inflicts punishment and pain on people. The fear of drowning is something a lot of people have. With this being said, this story is based on a torture method called waterboarding. Waterboarding was thought of by members of the Special Forces. It was used in a training called SERE, which means Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. The main things needed for this torture is water, and a board of course. This is where it gets the name waterboarding.

tick-tock tick-tock echoing in the room. My head was tilted towards the ceiling, as my eyes reflected darkness. Thousands of thoughts filled in my head, the fear of failing, the fear of life, the fear of losing the ones I love, the fear of getting judged. The fear engulfs me like a tide rises and swallows the sand, leaving nothing behind. The clock ticked once again. My fear twisted into a chain, imprisoning me like the coward I am. The chains hooked onto my limbs drowning me further into a bliss, I started

During my senior year at Baldwin High School, while sitting in my Environmental Studies class, I learned of my passion for the great outdoors. Whether it was plants, animals, sea life, or the topic of discussion being taught, it never failed to spark my interest. Reflecting back, my Environmental Studies class played a vital role in allowing me to overcome my fear of the ocean. My decision to participate on a field trip which required us to explore the coral reef up close was a difficult one

I was, a brown eyed girl with a faint perception of the world. My surroundings felt concealed and unknown, looking around at people who were parallel to the way I looked and as those tears roll down my cheek to form the ocean I was drowning in; her eyes caught the glimpse of fear in mine, and she drew me close in. I gazed into her sea-green eyes and saw the depths of the ocean I flew across, to arrive at a place where I felt