I almost drowned a few years back on a white water rafting trip. The raft flipped and it landed, upside down on top of me. I had some room to try to breath, but the raft was stuck in the rapid and water was splashing up in my face constantly and I kept sucking in water. I've never felt so close to dyeing and I've never been so scared in my life.
I knew all I had to do was take a deep breath and swim out from under it, but with the water splashing like crazy and every time I tried to take a deep breath all I got was water. I was 100% freaked out and thought I was going to die. I remember thinking about my family and how much I'd miss them. Then.. the next thing I knew, I somehow was out from under the raft. I have no idea how it happened. I was never able to take a breath big enough to swim out on my own because I had already sucked in so much water.
Someone was with me in spirit that day watching over me and they had a hand in getting me out from under that raft, I could never have done it on my own.
That was my first and LAST rafting trip.
Drowning is NOT the way I would want to die.