Falling into deep water unexpectedly can be a terrifying experience, especially if you don’t know how to swim. Panic sets in, your instincts tell you to struggle, and before you know it, you’re exhausted and in real danger. However, survival in such a situation is entirely possible if you remain calm and follow a set of simple but life-saving steps.
According to Dr. Nash and his team of researchers, the key to survival is overcoming fear instincts and following five crucial steps. These steps are designed to help anyone—regardless of swimming ability—stay afloat, breathe, and increase their chances of rescue. Let’s dive into these life-saving techniques.
1. Stay Calm and Relax to Achieve Natural Buoyancy
The first and most critical step is to fight the urge to struggle. Many people instinctively flail their arms and legs in a desperate attempt to stay above water. However, this only wastes energy and causes faster exhaustion.
Instead, take a deep breath and allow your body to relax. When you stop panicking, your body will naturally float closer to the water’s surface. The human body is slightly less dense than water, meaning that if you remain still, you can achieve buoyancy without much effort.
2. Tilt Your Head Back to Keep Your Airway Clear
Once you’ve calmed yourself and started floating, you need to ensure that you can breathe. The best way to do this is to tilt your head back, keeping your face above the water.
Try not to move too much, as sudden movements can make you sink slightly. If you feel yourself going under, resist the urge to panic—simply take a deep breath, relax your muscles, and allow yourself to rise again.
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3. Breathe Slowly and Avoid Inhaling Water
Now that your nose and mouth are above water, it’s time to focus on breathing. Many people instinctively gasp for air, but this can lead to choking if water splashes into your mouth. Instead, practice controlled breathing:
- Exhale slowly through your nose to clear any water that may have entered.
- Inhale through your mouth in a controlled manner.
- If a wave covers your face, hold your breath momentarily, then resume normal breathing.
Even experienced swimmers can struggle if they inhale water, so maintaining steady breathing is crucial for survival.
4. Move Your Arms and Legs Gently to Stay Afloat
At this point, you should be floating on the water’s surface and breathing steadily. The next step is to use gentle, controlled movements to maintain your position.
- Use slow arm movements: Move your arms in a sweeping motion, like you’re making small circles in the water. This will help you stay afloat without expending too much energy.
- Legs should remain still if you don’t know how to kick properly: If you’re unsure how to tread water, keeping your legs still is often better than kicking randomly. Let them sink slightly while focusing on keeping your upper body above water.
The key here is to avoid frantic movements—slow and deliberate strokes will keep you afloat much longer.
5. Look for Rescue Opportunities
Once you’ve gained control of your breathing and movements, your next priority is finding a way to safety.
- Scan your surroundings – Look for anything floating that you can grab onto, such as a buoy, a log, or even a piece of debris. Holding onto something will help you conserve energy.
- Check your distance from the shore – If you can see land, assess whether it’s possible to move toward it using slow, steady movements.
- Signal for help – If there are people nearby, shout for help. However, conserve energy by calling out only when necessary.
If you’re caught in a strong current, do not try to swim directly against it—this will only tire you out. Instead, swim diagonally at an angle to gradually move out of the current’s pull.
What to Do If You See Someone Drowning
If you witness someone struggling in deep water, it’s important to act quickly but safely. Jumping in to rescue them may seem like the right thing to do, but unless you’re a trained rescuer, it could put both of you at risk.
Instead, follow these steps:
- Shout instructions – Encourage the person to follow the survival steps above. Remind them to relax, tilt their head back, and float.
- Find a flotation device – If possible, throw a life jacket, a rope, or any floating object they can grab onto.
- Call emergency services – Immediately contact your local emergency number and provide details of the situation.
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Why Staying Calm is the Key to Survival
Many drowning incidents occur not because the victim physically sinks, but because they panic and exhaust themselves. Learning how to override panic instincts and follow a survival routine can mean the difference between life and death.
Dr. Nash explains:
“Whether you’re planning a vacation, taking a walk near a river, or going for a swim, knowing how to stay safe in water is crucial. These simple survival techniques can save your life or someone else’s.”
Final Thoughts
Surviving a fall into deep water without knowing how to swim is possible—but only if you remain calm and follow the right steps. By floating, maintaining steady breathing, and making slow movements, you can conserve energy and increase your chances of rescue.
Now that you know these survival strategies, share them with your friends and family. You never know when this knowledge might save a life!
My MIL Shamed Me in Front of the Whole Family for ‘Not Bringing Enough’ to Her Birthday Party—After I Cooked the Entire Meal
When my MIL turned 60, she threw a classy family dinner and sent out dish assignments. I was told to make five gourmet dishes from scratch. I cooked all day… only to be publicly shamed during the toast. Little did she know, I had something in my purse that would cut her down to size.
I knew I was in trouble when the “dish assignment” text came through. It was longer than my wedding vows, formatted with bullet points and everything.
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My mother-in-law was turning 60, a milestone she’d decided to celebrate with what she called a “classy family dinner party.”
She’d already declared it would be a formal, themed event with all the cooking done “with love by the family.”
Which sounded fair enough. Nobody should have to cook for their own birthday party, but I understood there was more to what Sandra was saying.
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In Sandra-speak, that meant we would do all the work and she’d take all the credit. Just like last Thanksgiving, when my SIL complimented the sweet potato casserole I made, and Sandra replied, “Thank you! It did turn out well, didn’t it?”
She may not have overtly claimed the credit, but Sandra was a master of speaking in implications.
I scrolled through the text, seeing the usual pattern.
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Sandra had told both her daughters to bring wine. Her niece was expected to bring bread rolls, and her son, my husband, just had to bring his appetite.
My assignment was right at the bottom.
“Mandy, you’ll bring a three-layer veggie lasagna (with homemade pasta sheets)
Quinoa & beet salad with goat cheese
Two dozen falafel with dipping sauces
Lemon-blueberry bundt cake
Caprese skewers with fresh pesto drizzle.”
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And then, the kicker: “Everything MUST be made from scratch. No shortcuts!” In bold. As if I’d consider using store-bought pesto for Her Royal Highness’s birthday dinner.
I walked over to my husband, who was sprawled on the couch watching basketball.
“Is this a joke?” I asked, waving my phone at him.
He glanced up briefly. “What?”
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I thrust the phone closer. “This list from your mother. She expects me to make five dishes from scratch for her birthday. Five! Your sisters are just bringing wine.”
He shrugged and turned back to the game. “It’s her birthday, babe.”
“That’s all you have to say?” I could feel my blood pressure rising. “Do you know how much work this is?”
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“Mom always gives you the complicated stuff because you’re the best cook,” he said, like that was supposed to be a compliment.
“And that doesn’t strike you as unfair? At all?”
Another shrug. “That’s just how she is.”
His apathy said everything.
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This was normal to him. I cooked, everyone ate, and Sandra claimed all the praise. The cycle continued, and I was expected to just… go with it.
So I did. For two days before the party, I cooked, boiled, chopped, sautéed, and baked.
As I whisked the goat cheese dressing, I kept thinking about Thanksgiving and that sweet potato casserole.
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Having Sandra steal credit for a single dish was one thing, but I was practically catering her party for free.
She wouldn’t dare pull that stunt this time, would she?
By the time I finished, our kitchen looked like a cooking show had exploded in it. Every surface was covered in flour, beet juice, or olive oil.
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But the food? The food looked amazing. I carefully packed each dish in containers, labeling them with heating instructions. I was exhausted but proud.
“Did you have to make the pasta from scratch?” my husband asked, surveying the kitchen disaster.
“Your mother specified ‘no shortcuts,’” I replied.
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“You went all out,” he said, lifting the lid on the bundt cake. “Mom will be impressed.”
I didn’t respond. After six years, I knew better.
The night of the dinner, I arrived early with my husband, arms loaded with food containers. Sandra greeted us at the door in a stylish outfit, looking like she’d stepped out of a retirement commercial.
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“There you are,” she said, giving me her signature air kiss somewhere near my cheek. She barely glanced at the stacked containers in my arms. “Just put those in the kitchen.”
“There are heating instructions on each one,” I told her, balancing the tower of food. “The lasagna needs about 40 minutes at 350 degrees.”
“Yes, yes,” she said, already turning away.
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In the kitchen, I carefully arranged my offerings, making sure everything looked perfect. I had even brought garnishes in separate containers to add just before serving.
The house gradually filled with family members.
Glasses clinked, conversations flowed, and eventually, Sandra announced it was time to eat. My sisters-in-law helped me carry the dishes to the dining room, where an elaborate buffet was set up.
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“Wow, who made the lasagna?” Sandra’s sister asked, loading her plate.
“This falafel is incredible,” someone else called out.
From across the room, I heard Sandra’s voice, clear as day: “Oh thank you! My girls did such an amazing job this year.”
I froze, fork halfway to my mouth.
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I watched as Sandra beamed, gesturing toward her daughters. They looked confused but smiled politely.
“Are you kidding me?” I whispered to my husband. “That’s my food.”
Jeff swallowed and shot me an awkward glance. “Well, she didn’t say it wasn’t…”
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“She didn’t say it was either,” I shot back.
“Should I say something?”
There was a pleading look in his eyes that told me he was hoping I wouldn’t say “yes.”
“It’s okay,” I said quietly. “Let’s just see what happens.”
I didn’t need Jeff to stand up for me because I’d come prepared.
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What happened was Sandra didn’t mention me once. Not when guests raved about the bundt cake. Not when her brother-in-law went back for thirds of the falafel. Not even when her husband commented on how good the lasagna was.
Then came the toast.
Sandra tapped her glass with a spoon and rose from her chair like she was accepting an Oscar.
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“I want to thank everyone who helped make this evening so special,” she began, her voice carrying across the room. “Well, most of you.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
She raised her glass higher. “Some went above and beyond. Others just showed up.”
And then she looked right at me. In front of 20 family members. And smirked.
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That smirk was the final straw. Six decades of perfecting the art of the subtle insult had culminated in this moment — a perfectly crafted barb wrapped in a birthday toast.
I’d hoped for better, but as they say, “hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”
I reached into my bag and pulled out an envelope I had brought just in case of a moment like this.
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“Actually, Sandra,” I said, standing up calmly, “I’m so glad you mentioned that.”
The room went quiet. All eyes turned to me.
“Since you were keeping track of who contributed what,” I continued, pulling out my stack of grocery receipts, “I figured we could split the cost of the $263.48 I spent making the dishes you assigned me.”
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I smiled sweetly. “I’ll accept Venmo, Zelle, PayPal, or cash. Whichever works for you.”
A cousin choked on her wine. My husband’s younger sister giggled into her napkin. Even Sandra’s husband mumbled, “Well… fair’s fair.”
Sandra blinked rapidly, and seeing her caught off-guard like that made all those hours spent cooking worth it.
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“I… I need to check on the candles for the cake,” she muttered, before fleeing to the kitchen.
My husband squeezed my hand under the table. “That was amazing,” he whispered.
“Was it too much?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“No,” he said firmly. “It was exactly enough.”
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Sandra returned, eventually, and the evening continued. She never mentioned the receipts. She never apologized. She never even looked me in the eye again that night.
I didn’t say anything else either. I didn’t need to. The room had heard it.
The next day, my sister-in-law called.
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“You’re a legend now,” she laughed. “Mom was on the phone with Aunt Carla for an hour complaining about how you embarrassed her.”
“I didn’t mean to embarrass her,” I said, though part of me knew that wasn’t entirely true.
“Well, you did. And it was about time someone did,” she replied. “Aunt Carla agreed with you, by the way. So did Dad.”
In the weeks that followed, the story spread through the family.
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It became known as “The Receipt Incident.” Anytime a family dinner got planned, someone would joke, “Better bring your receipts, or Sandra might think you just showed up.”
She hasn’t assigned me a single dish since. Not one. At Thanksgiving, she called and specifically told me not to bring anything. At Christmas, she hired a caterer.
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Which is totally fine by me.
Because now I bring the one thing Sandra wasn’t ready for: boundaries, served cold.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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