This is completely unrelated to dog nutrition but I had to share my story about one of life's little lessons. Grab a coffee - it's a bit of a long one.
Fourteen years ago on Friday, May 13th, two friends and I, plus two other SCUBA divers were lost at sea after a dive (picture the movie Open Water). Only sheer luck in the form of a Boston yacht, plucked our soggy bottoms out of the Fijian ocean that day.
The short version of the story is that we headed out for a drift dive - the last dive of our eight month travel adventure to Australia, New Zealand and Fiji after finishing university. It was a bit of a windy day, but we trusted our dive master implicitly as we donned full kit and headed out to sea. The dive was spectacular - sharks, millions of fish and a high speed current that made you feel like an aquatic superwoman. When we surfaced, our boat was fairly far away, which can happen with a drift dive. The procedure is to inflate your dive signal tube and wait for the boat driver to notice you, then pick you up. Problem occurred when our boat didn't notice us due to the fact that he FELL ASLEEP. So we drifted away. The current that made our dive so exciting also served as a swift trip into open ocean leaving mainland Fiji as a shadowy hill.
The first hour was mildly entertaining as we sang and took pictures. (I'm the chubby one on the right. The ice cream in Australia is REALLY GOOD)
At 22 you are still think you are indestructible so a little drifting was just an annoying delay between you and your next fruity beverage. At hour three, we started to shiver (23C is cold when your body temp is supposed to be 37C) and panic. We hadn't seen a boat and we could barely see land. To add to the excitement, because frankly it was getting a little dull, the dive master called us into a "shark huddle" due to some fish turbulence in the distance. Since we had no option to swim around the fish scrum, we joined arms, lifted up our dangling legs and floated through the frenzy.
At hour four, we started to swim for mainland. Now many of you are likely thinking, why didn't you do that three and a half hours earlier? Without going into the long technical explanation of the bends, exertion and what to do when you are lost, I'll just say that the dive master said no when we first suggested it. Plus he added that we would be crushed on the reef if we actually made it close to mainland Fiji where the waves were breaking over the reef. That was compelling enough reason for me at the time. Remember the Tom Hanks scene in Castaway when he fell off his raft over the reef? But after four hours of waiting we were getting nowhere. Actually, that's not true, we were getting a great deal further from land so we swam for it because there was nothing left to do.
By this time the winds had picked up to create swells that were about 15 feet high from trough to top.

That created a bit more of a challenge to our already tired, thirsty and discouraged bodies so I flipped onto my back to swim since I am a stronger swimmer backwards plus it kept my face out of the water. And that's when I spotted our miracle. Through the troughs I saw a boat. We started screaming and waving while riding the 15 ft roller coaster. It took us half an hour to get their attention and turned toward us. A happy ending to a very long day. It was even happier when the cute guy walked around the side to smile into our sun burnt faces. We began to fix out matted hair in anticipation of meeting our handsome hero until we saw his equally cute girlfriend walk up behind him. Sigh - at least they had a boat. (that's the boat from our vantage point)
It turns out they heard the distress call about some lost divers, happened to be in the area where we surfaced, and were familiar with the currents in the area. From that, they tracked us down. The ONLY boat that tracked us down was a boat from Boston on holidays. The other 10 local boats, 2 planes and a helicopter were looking in an entirely different place. What are the odds?
So the lesson? Other than not to dive on a Friday the 13th on a windy day? While we were drifting, we promised that if we were rescued that we would live a good life - be good people, contribute to the world, tell the people we love how much we appreciate them. After the shock wore off and we got home, we kept some of our promises and some just got caught in busy-ness and awkwardness of life.
Each May 13th I am reminded of my promises and to celebrate life - to love and appreciate everything I have. It shouldn't take a Reader's Digest event to remind any of us to take a moment, breathe, appreciate every day and live our best life ever.
Happy "Celebrate Life" Anniversary Lisa and Col! There is no one I would rather be lost at sea with.


Thank-you to our unnamed heroes that took the time and had the skills to find us. I don't know if we ever thanked you, but you made a world of difference to us and our families. If anyone recognizes these guys (told you they were cute), please give them a hug for me and tell them that we have never forgotten about them. If they have dogs, tell them I have a boat load of dog biscuits waiting for them.
Enjoy your day. Hug your family, your friends, your dog. Smile at a stranger. Pursue your dreams and have your best day ever. And then repeat.
If you ever have a "lost at sea" incident, four hours is a long time to review your list of "should have's".
Thanks for another LUCKY year.
~ mavis