Sylph Angel

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hello Everyone! Again.

Let's begin with a story about a sad New Zealander.

Okay, well there was this New Zealander, who went to Mauritius (is that how you spell it?) for a holiday or something. He liked water stuff, like surfing, diving, et cetera, so he did those things a lot.

Then there was a dark night when his native friends asked him to go on a snorkeling/diving trip with them to catch crayfish, lobsters and crabs (they get temporarily blinded and vulnerable when you shine a bright light on them out of the darkness). He agreed, and thus they went for the trip.

Okay, interesting part's coming.

Well, you see, when he was underwater hunting for those crustaceans, he spotted a weird suspended white blobby box-like thing, about fist size. He couldn't see very clearly, so he thought it was a cuttlefish and went to touch it. Guess what it was? Guess! Hahahahaha. A box jellyfish! Naturally, it stung him, and you know how toxic their venom is. You don't? Awww okay too bad.

Anyway, he felt the pain surge up his arms like an electric shock. A lasting electric shock. He swam to the surface and called for help, getting stung about 3 more times before the boat got to him. Realizing, he was in serious trouble, the boat guy rushed him back to shore without waiting for the others. As the New Zealander's (I shall call him Ian from now on) arm was hurting really badly, he placed in into the water for some relief, and got stung by the fifth jellyfish. Sad huh? And then the boat dude just dumped him on shore, and went back for the rest.

So Ian got dumped on shore, arm now paralyzed and pain spreading to his kidneys, then weakening his right leg tremendously. He knew that if he just lay there, death was imminent, so he went staggered around, looking for help. However, since it was already past midnight by then, there was hardly anyone around.

Then he met a taxi driver who did not want to help him, because he had no money. Instead of sending him to the hospital, he went to the hotel, so Ian could get cash. But Ian was dying of the pain. When he got out of the taxi, he collapsed and just lay there. A life guard saw him on the road and picked him up, bringing him into the hotel, seating him on a chair next to the pool. Ian begged the hotel owner, who was playing mahjong on a table nearby, to send him to the hospital (more like moaned).

However, the hotel owner didn't want to send Ian, whom he thought was a drunk druggy despite repeated denial, to the hospital. He didn't even want to let Ian sit in his car. Ian thought he was about to die, as he lay helpless there.

Suddenly, an ambulance came, called in by the life guard. Finally he gets lucky =P

As he lay in the ambulance, images, voices, came to his head. I shalln't got into depth about that.

Come to think of it, I shall not go into depth about everything after that! Okay, basically Ian had an NDE (near death experience) and saw... blinding light... And blinding dark. You get what I mean. And he came back to life, a changed person.

Yea. Okay this is quite long already.

CYA (no training stuffys today)!

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