
I never thought I could write this post! But my dreams, my memories and most of all, my desire to inspire others encouraged it. Some of the people mentioned in this post have no idea that this happened!
It’s June 2009. I took my family to Lake LBJ, 85 miles north of San Antonio, to a great RV park that has incredible views and is surrounded by the lake. As fast as we can, we are in the water, dogs included. The next day, the Salesby5 Creative Director and awesome friend, Kyle Derr and his family arrive for a day on a boat, tubing behind the boat and fun. During the 3rd hour, we found the “party” sandbar right off of Horseshoe Bay. It was less than 3’ deep in the area where we parked and all eight of us got out and had fun. A few minutes later, Kyle realized that the boat was drifting far away and moving at a rapid pace. The anchor had not held. I dropped my life vest and started swimming towards the boat. I swim in our pool and play hard with my kids all the time. I figured I was up for the swim, it was just a little further, right?
The boat was continuing to drift. I did not know how fast I was swimming but soon realized that it was not fast enough to catch the boat. I looked back to ask for help from Kyle and saw I was over 40 yards away. No one could hear me and they were not looking in my direction. I kept swimming, seeing the white rope attached to the anchor and it was a good 7’ closer to me than the boat. I started hyperventilating and then I started to panic. I’d swam further many times, most recently with the kids on my back up the Frio river and down the Llano. This was different. I had no life vest, no one could hear me, I could not stand up, I had nothing but faith as I look back. For the first time in my life, I prayed for my life and my ability to get to the white rope. I was shocked that I could not hold my breath for more than about 4 seconds, I was not floating and was vertical in the water. The harder I would breath, the less oxygen I felt like I was getting. At this point, I felt I could not possibly get to the boat. Something was very wrong!
I did one thing right! I realized there was one thing, one thing that could save me. The white rope. I began praying and selling myself on making it to the white rope that held the anchor. The rope was closer to me than the boat and I knew that after what seemed like 20 minutes or more of swimming, the rope was closer. Not close, but closer. Well, I sold myself by focusing 100% of my brain on the white rope and I made it. The memories continue to freak me out and I thank God I am here. I never planned on telling anyone this story, but I realized that it will not go away in my mind. I think of it too often and there is a reason. The reason, in my words, is that you can sell yourself and others on whatever you choose in life. You choose to sell or un-sell. I sold myself and I am still in shock that I was able to do what I did in my state of mind and being at the time.
You are what you say you are. You sell you or un-sell you. I am at greater peace by sharing this in writing, as it has completely freaked me out for weeks. My 9 year old daughter and 6 year old son almost lost their dad to stupidity. It happens. I got some extra time. Thank you to anyone who uses this to help sell yourself or others!
With the warmest of regards,
ERIK