Close Encounter with Great White

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I saw a story on the Internet about a woman who go bit by a Great White. This story is based off of the encounter. I'm not good with serious and horror themes so, sorry for misspelling and stuff.

Submitted: June 11, 2018

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Close Encounter with Great White

Summer had finally come for the Hashimoto family. It was terribly hot and getting hotter in Arizona’s burning climate, so they decided to take a week to cool off in San Diego. They called the dad’s mother, for she had a condo there. Staying there helped the family save money because gas, food, souvenirs, and other items took a chunk from the Hashimoto’s savings.

On the second day of their trip they decided to go to the beach. They happily packed a small cooler with drinks and a couple of snacks. The family also brought boogie boards, life jackets, and some swimming goggles. They headed to the beach and had a fun packed day. The wife of the family decided to stay on the beach and out of the water to read and sunbathe.

During the final hours of the family’s beach day, they had a funny and unfortunate encounter with the birds of the area. One of the birds decided to use the restroom as they were flying overhead. Can guess what happens next? The bird’s poop drops from the air as an air strike on humans and pegs the wife right on the head. Thankfully the load wasn’t too big and didn’t get on any of her clothes or inside of the bag of chips she was munching on, but nonetheless, it’s still pretty gross.

The husband lead her down to the water with a towel. He dipped the towel into the cold water of the ocean, and carefully wipe the guano off his wife’s hair. He did this several times until her head was as “clean” as they could get it. When the family of five got to the condo that the husband had grown up in, the all took a shower, including the wife.

The next day they went shopping and ate all the delicious and fresh food that San Diego, California provided. Shopping and eating took up most of the day, so they didn’t have time to do anything else. When they got home, they showered and relaxed. They all went to bed relatively early considering that most of the family could stay up until the next the day with ease.

The next day was the second to last day, so they decided to go swimming for one last time before they had to depart to Arizona’s hundred-degree (F) weather. They packed all of the things they packed last time and departed for the cool and harsh waters of the ocean. They laid out the towels and placed the cooler into the sand. The mother decided to join them in the water this time.

They left the youngest of the family, a 12-year-old girl to bounce in the little tides of the ocean’s shore. Eventually the water line had pushed and had risen to the child’s waist. She had to problem keeping her footing and enjoyed the cold water washing up against her. Then, all of a sudden, a strong current swept her off her feet and carried her away from the shore. She knew to that she had to swim parallel to the shore in order to break free from the rip tide’s strong pull. She managed to break free and swam and little more to make sure she didn’t end up getting swept on again.

She rested for a little bit because her stamina wasn’t the best and she wasn’t great at swimming. After she was done resting she looked towards the shore. People were panicking and getting out of the water. She saw her own family getting out too, franticly searching for her. From her fair share of movies, she knew that she was in danger and there were two common possibilities for all the panic. One, a group of floating jellyfish and two, a shark. She heard people yelling and didn’t see any rangers, so she suspected sharks. She was relieved, but knew she still had to get to safety.

She swam and swam as fast and calm as she could. Knowing that if she panicked and started splashing around, that she would only attract the sharks. Even though she did her best to avoid attracting the shark’s attention, it launched a fast, aquatic attack. She knew she couldn’t avoid it in time, so she braced and reminded herself to hit its soft organs, its gills and eyes.

Pain shot straight into her right shoulder. Even though she thought she had readied herself, she winced at the feeling of teeth digging into her shoulder. She pulled her arm back, readying to launch her own attack on the shark, but as she did so, the shark “pushed” her off to the side and swam back to the wide-open ocean. She didn’t want to stay in the water because she feared the blood from her wound would attract more sharks.

It was a miracle she made it back to land because she had tired out from the encounter with the shark and breaking free from the riptide. When she made it back, her family showered her with questions, kisses, and the constant question “All you alright?” She wanted to yell, “No, I just got bitten by friggin’ shark!” but she simply nodded because she didn’t want to spend any more energy and probably because it was in her nature to say such a thing, she was an Aries.

Someone had called an ambulance because a few minutes after lugging her tired and wounded body out of the water she heard sirens. When the medics arrived, they said it wasn’t anything too serious. The little girl needed a few stiches and a blood sample to make sure the shark hadn’t infected her with any illnesses. They allowed all of the family ride in the ambulance, which was kind of them.

When they finally got off of the ambulance, the doctors stitched the girl up and took a blood sample. They told the family that they needed to wait a day or so for the results. The Hashimotos decided to stay two more days and hoped that the young girl didn’t have any illnesses. The results came in saying that she was perfectly fine, which was a relief to the family.

You would think that the child would come to fear the ocean and would never even look at it, but she continued to visit it with her family. At first, they were nervous, but she told them that shark attacks were pretty rare and that she had a stroke of bad luck, and that she was lucky enough for the shark to let go. This hardly changed the family’s opinion, but by next summer, they had grown to love the ocean.

The only thing that disturbed the little girl was the question: “Why did the shark let go of me?” She consulted multiple biologists through email and the majority of them told her that sharks may have the ability to tell how healthy the thing they are biting into, but that it wasn’t scientifically proven. The scientists asked her if she was skinny or unhealthy. She told them that she was indeed skinny and that she wasn’t the healthiest people. They told that that was a possible reason for the shark to let go of her. Though she was not quite satisfied with their answer, she let the need to know go. She was happy to be alive, and that was the only thing that mattered.


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