These are survival directives:
1. First, stop the boat.
We know you can hardly imagine this is necessary to state here, but it is. How else will you save the drowning man? You cannot idly move forward if the scene that needs remedy is behind you, right? Okay, stop the boat.
I don't know how you do that. Push the red button. Whatever red button you can find. You should stop soon.
2. Second, enter the water.
Yes, it is factual you cannot fly through the air to save something submerged in water. This is good to know, isn't it? A little practical tip about saving someone drowning, kind of like: Turn the stove on if you want hot soup. Is that ridiculous to go into? Perhaps so, but survival directives must state and restate the obvious.
3. Third, perform your best Double Armpit Tow
The trouble is, you must remember exactly how to do this. It involves throwing an arm across the top of a victim's chest and letting the victim's arms hang over your arm as you are sideways in the water, letting that victim's weight hang upon your body as you swim. If the victim is small, you can do this easily. If the victim is large, you must re-evaluate the situation, think things like: How much do you want to save this victim? Was this victim a good person? What if they drown you, since you cannot swim that well, or what if you drop them? Do you go back later and pick them up? Does it matter if the victim is already dead?
All things are possible, including drownings and droppings. And remember Step 2—enter the water. If you are in the water, being pulled down by some asshole, you cannot breathe the water. You will have left the confines of your safe little boat to perform this rescue. On second thought, turn back! Turn back now. Okay—no. Disregard that; it was the voice of panic.
But what if someone fails to do Step 1 correctly as you are busy rescuing the victim? What if they do Step 1, but only momentarily, and then you and the victim are left in that water to die a miserable, shark-bitten death? There is nothing that clearly states in Step 1: Keep that boat stopped until rescue is complete. All things not stated cannot be implied. Do you trust the others on that boat?
Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking your life to rescue an idiot no less idiotic than yourself? How badly do you want this rescue? Will you get sex for it later?
Also, importantly, what will you do if your Double Armpit Tow fails? What if the rescuee starts flailing and falling? What if you drop this person and they sink like a rock? Do you re-evaluate your position then, too, while you watch them sinking, thinking: You or me, brother--you, or me. After all, if you couldn't hold them once, you may not be able to hold them the next time if you do attempt recovery. More trauma for you. Really, should you even get off of the boat? The boat is very warm. The boat is very safe. Nice boat. Dry boat. Happy boat.
But, attention coward! You must do what's right. Stop being so selfish! There is a body in the water, after all—SO rescue, rescue, RESCUE that man, you worm! Now consult Step 4.
4. Fourth, Tow the victim to safety
Using a sidestroke kick or a breast-stroke, provided you have not dropped the victim, swim him or her back to the boat or to the shore. If you do not know what those strokes are, I do not have time to explain them. Actually, I do not know how to actually perform either one. Please, I'm a technical writer, paid to write tons of this bullshit, it's just that today—well, today I feel a little colorful. Oh, and I hate my male boss--who does not believe I enjoy Adorno. Nor does he know who Adorno is--though he knows who Fred Flintstone is, Yabba Dabba Doo--and he knows how to use the company couches in diverse and irritating ways. But back to the saving. The strokes. Don't know them. Sorry. Improvise. Are you ready to rescue?
Go! Yes! Save! Still, what if you are saving and the victim is wearing on you, struggling with you, wailing or crying and trying to clutch at you? Shouldn't you have been told: "Instruct the victim to shut the fuck up and go along for the ride"? If you weren't told this, how do you deal with it? Okay, just in case...
5. Fifth, Instruct the victim to shut the fuck up and go along for the ride.
This whole saving thing is a little like love, isn't it--similarly (helplessly) underdocumented?
Dangerous!
With negligible rewards. An eternal struggle.
And again, what if the victim makes you their victim as you are de-victimizing him or her? Are you that victim's victim? Imagine hearing a svelte male newscaster's voice: “Another stunning young person died a tragic death today, attempting a rescue and recovery from the __________ Ocean.” And did such towing make you someone's hero? Again, is the victim hot? Will you get sex for this rescue later? These are the serious questions.
Oh, and this version of How to Rescue a Drowning Man will never be published. I intend to use it, right now, to get me fired. Just consider it the subliminal version of the other overt version.
Then, go. Off that boat, friend. Meet that victim. Ready… Set… Fuck off, boss! Deep breath… Now, Dive!
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A slightly edited version--story originally published in the Al Purdy's house issue of filling Station (out of Canada). Issue 45 (2009).
fdrickin adorno too! and a bag of chips. this has everything. and hey, heather's back, yay
Awww, thanks, Gary! It's nice to be back. xo, H
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Great form. Wish I had written it.
Aaaahhh, so much here to enjoy over and over again--the premise itself will do for starters.Will you get sex for this rescue later? These are the serious questions.Yes you most certainly will!Very fun.
Thanks much, Sam and Darryl. :) xo
"What if you drop this person and they sink like a rock? Do you re-evaluate your position then, too, while you watch them sinking, thinking: You or me, brother--you, or me. After all, if you couldn't hold them once, you may not be able to hold them the next time if you do attempt recovery. More trauma for you. "
Love this! It's hilarious and brutally honest!
Do I have the courage to give it a *? Think so...
Ha! Wonderful!
“I don't know how you do that. Push the red button. Whatever red button you can find.”
Heather, This is wonderful. I know the boss and his couch and Fred Flintstone. I know the shame of reading Adorno at the office. That aside, you have, with economy (as they say) written a good story/piece. I look forward to seeing it in print (however print is defined). S.
"Instruct the victim to shut the fuck up and go along for the ride. This whole saving thing is a little like love, isn't it--similarly (helplessly) underdocumented?"
Not quite sure how you manage to be actually, literally laugh-funny, and sad and smart, (as above),simultaneously, but you do. Love this piece.
Oh, wow! Thanks Kim, Kari, Sarah, and James. :) So glad you guys enjoyed the piece. xoxo! H
LOVE this piece - so funny, so smart - Great writing throughout. Just fabulous, Heather!
Thanks so much, Marcelle! :) *blush*
Excellent form to this, Heather. The writing is funny and just flat out well executed.
This thing is a hybrid, some kind of sparkling anomaly that happens rarely. Funny, sad, unique in structure but pulls the reader along as with a traditional arc. I will call this a hybrid story – one part sad frowny face the other smiley happy face...that theater thing, you know?
Thanks so much, Christian and Sheldon. Sheldon, you know what's funny? I used to have this survivalist's desk calendar--you know where you rip off a page a day? And it comforted me to think I was learning a survival tool each morning while sitting at my dayjob--but it scared me too. In the way of: Too little information may be more dangerous than too much. So that's how this story came to be. Pondering the rescue guidelines offered on a tiny slip of paper. Except #5. I made #5 up myself... *grins* Considered this an oversight of the calendar maker. Added it in a la hybrid. I mean, if they weren't going to say it, but it needed to be said, right? Am I right? LOL! xo to both.
Very cool to hear how the structure for this (highly awesome) came from that desk calender. I love hearing about where stories come from, what writers were thinking. And, YES, to hybrid!
:) Thank you, sir! :) Of course this story came from that and a complicated sense of personal past, and a gut reaction to seek survival, and never having been a strong swimmer, and the brick-a-brack of miscellaneous psycho-geography too. You know how it is? Kissing three muses at once? All things have hybridity, I'd venture. LOL!
Ah, yes, universal instructions for love rescuers, rescuees, drownees, and drowners everywhere. Excuse me while I adjust my personal live vest...
LIFE vest... heh
Thanks for reading, R. ;) That Mel Gibson pic you're sporting IS evil. Hehe! xo