Swimming in a storm...

So the from last Friday to last Sunday I spent all day eating, sleeping, and reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. This, while the rest of the world was reading the sixth book. I just decided that I'd reread the fifth to get the story refreshed in my head while I waited for someone to finish the sixth book so I can borrow it. Well now I'm done, and can't stop thinking about what the hell happens in the sixth book.

I was lucky enough to go out of this mood of role playing things in my head when I went to the beach with all my cousins and uncles and aunts on Monday. It was probably the most fun I had all summer, and its already half done. I've never actually gone swimming with my family, which I can understand why because only me, my sister, dad and all three uncles knew how to swim. Everyone else walked. But it wasn't a problem since Markham beach is pretty shallow for about 500m from shore. I would have gone further if the water wasn't so dirty since you can't see that far under water. That, and the wind was picking up and the current got stronger the further you got out. This was all fine until I went out a third time (I think I think I was in the water for at least 5 hours all together). It rained, and not like a little shower, it rained hard with thunder and lightning while I was swimming with my uncles. It was weird, since getting above the water mean feeling the wrath of the hard rain and going under meant holding you breath. It was the first time anybody swam in the rain, and my moms family grew up on an island with their house not far from the beach. Swimming in the rain is definitely A.... Well... Its just beautiful, assuming your not drowning.

The rain didn't last so long, so we went back to shore when it died down and cooked some food on the barbecue. This is when things went wrong because screams came from the beach when some old guy struggled out of the water and collapsed on the sand. There was no life guard but somebody knew what they were doing when they turned the guy over on his side. I don't know what happened to him except that he was still alive, struggling to breathe, and had a lot of blood running out of his nose and ears. The ambulance came after about ten minutes. I felt so bad not only for the old man with the crowd watching around him, but also because I could've done something. I knew exactly what to do, but I didn't do it. I dunno why I didn't do anything, probably because there was already one person doing something right, but everyone else was messing him up which meant I should have helped him and yet I didn't. Does that make me a bad person? I fell like it does.

So on a lighter note, Unknown is back, apparently got sick at one point and his family forgot/ left his sister in the hotel room, or so my sister tell me who knows Unknown's sister well which I how I found out he even got back since we're all the greatest friends he ever had to make sure to check up on him. Now that makes me feel even worse that before, I can't talk about that anymore....

Lets see.... Things to remember.... I leave on the 11th for India, come back on the 13th of September but I'm trying not to tell my friends at school so I just happen to show up one day at school. An Air France Airbus A340 crashed after it skidded of the runway at Pearson airport. Everyone survived, few had minor injuries. Of course, after the public inquiry and all the lawsuits for lost/destroyed luggage.... Time will tell....