Brad Guy

I'm like, please wake up, please wake up.

He's not really responding verbally.

He's more just like coughing and spluttering.

very intense imagery as well that I can still very much see when I talk about my story, which is why I very rarely go through detail to detail because I feel like my DNA is now infused with all the imagery and the feelings and the sounds from that day.

Miraculously though,

We were discovered by some golfers who were golfing that day.

So not that I could really see what was going on, but I could hear two or three people coming up behind me.

And at this point, I still can't really talk.

I'm gasping for air.

My ribs are killing me.

My back is on fire.

Sobbing, still thinking like this is the end for me.

Like I might be awake now, but

there's more death to come just like as I was falling being convinced that it was going to happen.

The golfers were able to separate us and they were trying to console me.

Still a lot of tears.

My tentative instructor eventually starts talking.

He is screaming in excruciating pain.

And that's when I can start to hear my family.

My family had come running towards me at the same time an ambulance is being driven around us.