I can remember being in the shower, washing my very long hair.

It was one of those old-fashioned showers with a heavy plate-glass door and a stainless steel handle that you had to turn to get in and get out.

There were 4 water jets…three coming from the side wall…and a shower head in the ceiling.

All of a sudden, it felt like my blood was rushing out of my toes.

As all of my energy drained out of me, I thought: “I’m going to drown.”

Then, as I fought with the locked door handle to get out, I realized:“I’m going to die.”

With one last push, I managed to turn the handle, before I went down.

And thankfully, my head landed on the floor, outsideof the shower.

I was terrified.

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