Having nearly drowned once, the notion that is it somehow a peaceful way to go is beyond me.
A poor swimmer, I took on a fast-flowing river breast-stroking at a slow pace on a beautiful day on an outgoing tide that fed into the ocean.
I made it through what I thought was the main current, and got caught out by a second current as I neared the shore.
There was nothing peaceful about it – I saw through a window of panic that I was tired and struggling, but I was lucky enough to have enough wits about me to lie on my back and let the current take me sideways.
Eventually, I was close enough to land and I made it ashore. It became a mental challenge – for a moment I did not believe I could make it, and it was terrifying.