Today I went for a boat ride with my DH and his friend Rob. Rob had a rubber pull behind raft like thing not sure what its called. So me not being the daring type decided after seeing hubby on it I was going to try. Well here I am on the lake enjoying the ride with the sun and waves in my face when... the rope breaks. I go tumbling off the thing and it flips over on top of me.Every time I tried to get the darn thing off it just keeps rolling back up over me pushing me under the water. By then I am freaking and fighting. After the third time down I decided if I dont calm down I am going to drown. So i grab hold of it with both hands and let it pull me to the top then I start kicking. By then hubby is in the water grabbing me and they pull me back up on the boat. After swallowing a pot full of water and sucking some in my lungs I am finally safe back on the boat. I wont be doing that again anytime soon. Like I said God was with me. He must have more for me to do, besides he was probably thinking who would take care of my chickies.