I slowly open my eyes to view the sun shimmering across the water one last time. Before im greeted my death i feel a warm hand grab mine. i slowly rise to the surface and just before darkness engulfs me my lungs expand with the breath of life as i break the surface of the water. As i gasp for air i look up towards my rescuer. He has a large beard, somewhat skinny and hair down to his shoulders. He is still dry, He must have reached in and grabbed me while i was struggling. He look at me and said that i had little faith. I dont know why i doubted the fact that i could swim. Lord help me in my un belief. My name is Luke and i am a Peter.