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Gather 'round, folks, for a tale that'll get your heart racing faster than a Jet Ski on Lake Whitney. This story highlights a close call that had us thanking our lucky stars and learning a valuable lesson about staying sharp when out on the water.
As a kid, I was into sports and played basketball in the park during summers in the Bronx. Back then, my coaches always warned me to stay hydrated. That’s advice I should’ve incorporated into riding my motorcycle.
Housekeeping — it’s a chore many of us would prefer to avoid. But did you know good housekeeping practices in the workplace can keep you safe?
Unlike most close-call stories, my accident was documented as human failure. Trust me, the words human failure hurt when seen on an accident report.
The nose continued to weathervane to the right in search of the wind, and the aircraft began a turning descent toward the treetops. My ability to interpret symbology then began to deteriorate as I focused intently on not overtorquing the aircraft.
Drowning is almost always a deceptively quiet event. The waving, splashing and yelling that dramatic conditioning (read: television) prepares us to look for is rarely seen in real life.