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“ Jim, swim quickly ! It just not far behind you !” said by John.
“ Hurry ! Hurry ! It’s a shark ! ” said by John.
I uttered a prayer, for me, hoping i was saved from this haunting
hour. I froze and the adrenaline hormone increased rapidly, kept
me shivering in fear. Vulnerable and neurotic overwhelmed me.
Fear not senses kept me glued to my spot. Silently, my heart
gripped with fear and my goose bumps had arose my arms and
neck, even as a chill ran down my spine. I bit my lips in agitation. I
held my breath, my heardbeat faster than ever. My hair was
standing on ends and my tears was rolling down, like a running
tape water.
The incident happened two years ago. 17 October was the last day
of my PMR examination. I had invested all of my efforts, patience,
spirit, energy and time to get flying colours result in PMR
examination. The mood after the exam was mundane and
lacklustre. So, to stock myself with funny activities, my friend,
John and I plan to have a journey in Redang Islands. It was the
time for 3 Rs and 1P- Rest, Rejuvenate, Reward and Play. Our
suffer and hard word were ended. We wanted to celebrate our
“indepedence” .
The next day, we had packed up and went back home. I had told
this incident to my parents. Dad hauled me over the coals and
reminded me how fortune I was to have escaped from the jaws of
the small shark. With trembling hands, mum hold mu hands and
led me in saying a thanks giving prayer and her tears rolled down.
It was a narrow escape. My misery had ended after this
nightmarish affair. Describing this horror of moment such sobering
sight that the images remained imprinted in my mind.