After our month of ministry, some of our squad decided to take a day and white-water raft down the Nile River. I’ve never done anything so exciting. My raft successfully made it through all of the falls and we just had one big one left. Before I could even take a breath I was out of the boat and being swallowed by the crashing rapids. No matter how hard I flailed my arms and legs, I couldn’t get to the surface. I was trapped in a vortex, I later found out. Please, please, please, please… I kept saying over and over again in my head. I was swallowing so much water and I had no control over it. The orchestra of the waters engulfing me was deafening. I quickly was out of air. I felt completely helpless.
Oh my God, I am actually going to die right now.
I felt myself give up hope and stop fighting. Then like a hand reaching for me, I broke to the surface and gasped for air before I was pulled under again. A guide on a kayak came and grabbed me and I was now finally at the safety of our raft. I started crying. I’m alive.

