I almost died yesterday

Ok.
Sometimes when I head out there is this overwhelming feeling of desperation. LIke, if I don't surf... I will actually implode!
Which is NOT a good feeling for someone like me without much sense.
So I arrive at my fave spot and the waves are overhead and massively fat and powerful.
I head out.
I was fine for a while.
Then one huge cleanup set roles in and I'm caught inside the impact zone. (I'm actually quite freaked even thinking about it now).
This one waves completely wipes me out and ten years later when I emerge I'm so wasted I didn't even have strength to take a breath. It takes me an age to collect my board back after it had dragged me under to the depths of hell and back ... and I manage to turn around to face....
HOLY SHIZEN!!
So repeat cycle for 6 more waves.
It's moments like these that help me find God. I'm sure He's sittin there like... "Oh! So NOW you need me!"
I have never ever ever been so thankful to scrape my toes across a hard surface and find that it is sand glorious sand.. I still almost lost my board as these huge waves were smashing against the rocks and the rip was surging and dragging me away from the gateway to life and all things good... like solid ground.
So.
Anyone else wanna share a story?
My big question is: What would be the best way to survive this situatoin? I tried to dive under each wave and hold onto my legrope but... I actually didn't have enough breath to do this.. EEk!
Really, this was the best surfing lesson ever for me: DON'T GO OUT YOU FOOL!
THE SEA ALWAYS WINS!
Sometimes when I head out there is this overwhelming feeling of desperation. LIke, if I don't surf... I will actually implode!
Which is NOT a good feeling for someone like me without much sense.
So I arrive at my fave spot and the waves are overhead and massively fat and powerful.
I head out.
I was fine for a while.
Then one huge cleanup set roles in and I'm caught inside the impact zone. (I'm actually quite freaked even thinking about it now).
This one waves completely wipes me out and ten years later when I emerge I'm so wasted I didn't even have strength to take a breath. It takes me an age to collect my board back after it had dragged me under to the depths of hell and back ... and I manage to turn around to face....
HOLY SHIZEN!!
So repeat cycle for 6 more waves.
It's moments like these that help me find God. I'm sure He's sittin there like... "Oh! So NOW you need me!"
I have never ever ever been so thankful to scrape my toes across a hard surface and find that it is sand glorious sand.. I still almost lost my board as these huge waves were smashing against the rocks and the rip was surging and dragging me away from the gateway to life and all things good... like solid ground.
So.
Anyone else wanna share a story?
My big question is: What would be the best way to survive this situatoin? I tried to dive under each wave and hold onto my legrope but... I actually didn't have enough breath to do this.. EEk!
Really, this was the best surfing lesson ever for me: DON'T GO OUT YOU FOOL!

THE SEA ALWAYS WINS!