Philip Surridge and his friend Paul Litchfield were hunting partners and were searching for ducks when Litchfield's dog fell into the water. Litchfield ran across the ice to pull his dog out when the ice cracked and Litchfield fell in.
Surridge jumped into the lake to save his friend, but got stuck 100 ft from the bank. Just then a passer-by, Stephen Smith, heard Surridge's cries for help and dialed 999 (the emergency number in Britain) before wading in himself.
The fire crews arrived minutes later, but they refused to help him because "it was against policy". Smith pleaded with them to help him tie a rope around him he could reach Surridge.
‘When I went to tie the rope around me my hands were too cold. I asked the firefighter to help. He said “I can’t. I just can’t”.’ By the time three boats and six specialist water rescue officers arrived soon afterwards, Mr Surridge had disappeared beneath the surface.
The crew saved the dog but called off the search for the two men after two hours.
A man died after firefighters refused to rescue him from a frozen lake, an inquest heard yesterday.
Philip Surridge screamed ‘help me, please don’t let me die’ as he struggled in the water. But a fire crew sent to the scene wouldn’t go to his aid because they were not trained in water rescues.
A founding member of ELO has been killed in a freak accident when a giant hay bale rolled out of a field and landed on his van.
Cellist Mike Edwards died instantly when the 50-stone cylindrical bale careered down a slope, flipped 15ft over a hedge and smashed on to the roof of his van.
Mr Edwards, 62, was known for unconventional cello playing including plucking the strings with an orange or grapefruit and his bizarre customs which became a major ingredient of ELO, the Electric Light Orchestra.
I missed this beautiful encomium to Mark Daly, his family and America by Christopher Hitchens until Bookworm Room followed up on her post about meaningful lives and early death.
"Somewhere along the way, he changed his mind. His family says there was no epiphany. Writings by author and columnist Christopher Hitchens on the moral case for war deeply influenced him … "
I don't exaggerate by much when I say that I froze. I certainly felt a very deep pang of cold dismay. I had just returned from a visit to Iraq with my own son (who is 23, as was young Mr. Daily) and had found myself in a deeply pessimistic frame of mind about the war. Was it possible that I had helped persuade someone I had never met to place himself in the path of an I.E.D.?
I don't remember ever feeling, in every allowable sense of the word, quite so hollow.
I became a trifle choked up after that, but everybody else also managed to speak, often reading poems of their own composition, and as the day ebbed in a blaze of glory over the ocean, I thought, Well, here we are to perform the last honors for a warrior and hero, and there are no hysterical ululations, no shrieks for revenge, no insults hurled at the enemy, no firing into the air or bogus hysterics. Instead, an honest, brave, modest family is doing its private best. I hope no fanatical fool could ever mistake this for weakness. It is, instead, a very particular kind of strength. If America can spontaneously produce young men like Mark, and occasions like this one, it has a real homeland security instead of a bureaucratic one. To borrow some words of George Orwell's when he first saw revolutionary Barcelona, "I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for."
R.I.P. Mark Daily
Gunther von Hagens goes even lower than his infamous Body Worlds exhibit that travelled the world displaying real human bodies of most likely executed Chinese prisoners he had obtained from a medical university in China that had been plastinized, nothing more than skinned cadavers for profit.
I thought he couldn't go lower than his next exhibit that was dedicated solely to dead bodies having sex as part of the Body Worlds exhibitions. even with the news that Michael Jackson expressed his wish to be plastinized by Dr. Death.
In China, a ghastly new industry has grown in cleaning, cutting, dissecting, preserving and re-engineering human corpses, preparing them for the international museum exhibition market.
Not content with the tens of millions of dollars von Hagens has made with his exhibitions, he is now planning to sell human body parts online.
A whole body from www.plastination-products.com costs about 70,000 euros ($97,400), torsos start at 55,644 euros and heads come in at around 22,000 euros each -- excluding postage and packaging.
For those on a tighter budget, transparent body slices are available from 115 euros each.
The online shop has outraged leading members of Germany's religious community. In a joint statement, Protestant regional bishop Ulrich Fischer and Catholic archbishop Robert Zollitsch condemned the online body shop, which they said was "breaking a taboo."
Zollitsch said "human dignity is sacrosanct -- even after death -- so the human body shouldn't be degraded and made into an object of spectacle, or a stock of spare parts."
They said that "Germany must not be allowed to become a hub of the corpse trade."
Archbishop Robert Zollitsch said, “This is not about new discoveries for science and research, but about picking at bones and spectacle under the guise of medical enlightenment,”
Matthew Garcia described the day and the waves as picture-perfect.
“We were just in perfect water, the waves were perfect, great barrels. It was picture-perfect conditions,” he said. “You hear a surfer say, ‘Oh, perfect waves’ — well, the waves do not get any better than they were today.”
He and his friend, Lucas Ransom went out to Surf Beach early in the day to body-surf before classes at UC Santa Barbara.
Surfing just 2 feet from his friend, a shark attacked Lucas Ransom.
The whole incident lasted seconds.
“When the shark hit him, he just said, ‘Help me, dude!’ He knew what was going on,” Garcia said. “It was really fast. You just saw a red wave; and this water is blue — as blue as it could ever be — and it was just red, the whole wave.”
As huge waves broke over his head, Garcia tried to find his friend in the surf but couldn’t. He decided to get help, but turned around once more as he was swimming to shore and saw Ransom’s red bodyboard pop up. Garcia swam to his friend and did chest compressions as he brought him to shore. Ransom already appeared dead and his leg was mauled, he said.
“He was just floating in the water. I flipped him over on his back and underhooked his arms. I was pressing on his chest and doing rescue breathing in the water,” Garcia said. “He was just kind of lifeless, just dead weight.”
The UC Santa Barbara junior had a severe wound to his left leg and died a short time later at Surf Beach
In Georgia, Curtis Davis, 73, was clearing land using a bulldozer when he disturbed a bees' nest of Africanized honey bees who swarmed in defense and killed him with more than a 100 stings,
Unlike honey bees, Africanized honey bees are far more aggressive and often called 'killer bees'.
After the results showed they were the more aggressive insects, the state's agricultural commissioner said: 'This is the first record of Africanised honey bees in Georgia.'
Africanised honey bees were believed to have entered Texas in 1990 from Mexico and have since spread to about 10 other states from California to Florida.
The type, which is a hybrid of African and European bees, has been blamed for a number of deaths in the U.S.
ALRICO Those who knew Monsignor John Scully said he wouldn't have wanted his life to end any differently.
Scully died this morning while offering Mass at St. Stephen's Catholic Church.
"It is so fitting for a man who dedicated his whole life to God," said the Rev. Bill Swengros, the church's pastor.
Swengros said Scully, 85, had some type of cardiac event after giving the homily and while preparing to offer communion.
"He has such a big heart and it just gave out," he said. "All he really wanted to do was serve God and his people. It was really so perfect."
"No doubt the diocese lost a legend today … a great priest who served the church from the time he was a young man to the very end," said the Rev. Len Plazewski, the diocese's director of vocations. "The parishes he founded, the schools he started … he was unparalleled in the energy he had for God's people."
Those who knew Scully said he could be stubborn, but that was part of his zeal. They said his death was fitting.
"He was a priest for every day of his life right up until the very end," said Frank Murphy, diocese spokesman. "I think honestly….one of his prayers was that he could die on the altar serving God. And that's just what happened."
An Austrian man who was the first in Europe to wear an innovative high-tech artificial arm has died after the car he was driving veered off the road and crashed into a tree.
Christian Kandlbauer lost both arms in an electrical accident in 2005 but was able to live a largely normal life thanks to a mind-controlled robotic prosthetic left arm and a normal prosthesis in place of his right arm.
Kandlbauer, who drove himself to work every morning after getting his driver's license a year ago, had said his quality of life improved dramatically due to the mind-controlled prothesis, which recognized signals from his brain and moved accordingly.
The cause of the crash remains unclear. Both Waltensdorfer and local police said Friday it was impossible to tell whether the accident was caused by problems with Kandlbauer's prosthetic arms.
I'm as happy as anyone when I learn about new devices that enable the disabled to lead fuller and freer lives, but I must confess that though-powered arms to drive a car left me speechless. Since I can be easily distracted, I wonder what else could happen to someone with a 'thought-powered" arm who becomes momentarily distracted. What does one do with all the thoughts in one's head that come unbidden, even unwelcome?
As the flesh started to decompose she scattered baking soda in the vehicle to try to cover up the smell.
By the time the police discovered the dead body it was partially mummified and consisted of just skin and bones. It weighed just 30lb.
The bizarre saga started when the woman befriended a homeless woman in Fountain Valley, California, and let her sleep in the car.
The 57-year-old driver, from nearby Costa Mesa, says she did not know what to do when her friend died suddenly in December last year.
Sergeant Ed Everett, of Costa Mesa police, said: 'She felt she would be accused of something and with everything going on in her life she did not want to deal with that.'
A crocodile smuggled onto a plan in a sports bag escaped and started a panic onboard in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
There was only one survivor who was reported to have said
The terrified air hostess hurried towards the cockpit, followed by the passengers."
The plane was then sent off-balance "despite the desperate efforts of the pilot".
UPDATE: 20 people were killed but the crocodile survived the crash before being cut up by a machete.
Lydia Paillard, 60, went to a clinic in Bordeaux, France, for a chemotherapy session. She took the prescribed pills and was put on a drip. But, after 14 hours of appearing lifeless, doctors declared dead and staff asked her family for permission to take her off life support, Linda sat up suddenly and said, "I feel so much better. I've had a lovely sleep."
He showed us beauty deep down and changed the way we looked at the world.
Before Mandelbrot, mathematicians believed that most of the patterns of nature were far too complex, irregular, fragmented and amorphous to be described mathematically. Euclidian geometry was concerned with abstract perfection almost non-existent in the real world. Mandelbrot's achievement was to conceive and develop a way of describing mathematically the most amorphous natural forms – such as the shape of clouds, mountains, coastlines or trees – and measuring them. His work has become the foundation of Chaos theory – the mathematics of non-linear, dynamic systems.
Benoît B. Mandelbrot, a maverick mathematician who developed the field of fractal geometry and applied it to physics, biology, finance and many other fields, died on Thursday in Cambridge, Mass. He was 85.
Dr. Mandelbrot coined the term “fractal” to refer to a new class of mathematical shapes whose uneven contours could mimic the irregularities found in nature.
In a seminal book, “The Fractal Geometry of Nature,” published in 1982, Dr. Mandelbrot defended mathematical objects that he said others had dismissed as “monstrous” and “pathological.” Using fractal geometry, he argued, the complex outlines of clouds and coastlines, once considered unmeasurable, could now “be approached in rigorous and vigorous quantitative fashion.
Dr. Mandelbrot traced his work on fractals to a question he first encountered as a young researcher: how long is the coast of Britain? The answer, he was surprised to discover, depends on how closely one looks. On a map an island may appear smooth, but zooming in will reveal jagged edges that add up to a longer coast. Zooming in further will reveal even more coastline.
“Here is a question, a staple of grade-school geometry that, if you think about it, is impossible,” Dr. Mandelbrot told The New York Times earlier this year in an interview. “The length of the coastline, in a sense, is infinite.”
When asked to look back on his career, Dr. Mandelbrot compared his own trajectory to the rough outlines of clouds and coastlines that drew him into the study of fractals in the 1950s.
“If you take the beginning and the end, I have had a conventional career,” he said, referring to his prestigious appointments in Paris and at Yale. “But it was not a straight line between the beginning and the end. It was a very crooked line.”
A tiny sand dune or a puddle in a mountain track have the same shapes as a huge sand dune and a lake in a mountain gully. This "self-similarity" at different scales is a defining characteristic of fractals.
The fractal mathematics Mandelbrot pioneered, together with the related field of chaos theory, lifts the veil on the hidden beauty of the world. It inspired scientists in many disciplines - including cosmology, medicine, engineering and genetics - and artists and musicians, too.
The whole universe is fractal, and so there is something joyfully quintessential about Mandelbrot's insights.
I just bought my first fractal vegetable, Romanesco broccoli and when I eat I will think of Benoit Mandelbrot.
A lyrical tribute to Annie aka Gloria Wasserman in the New York Times. She was one of the crazy old ladies you sometimes see around. She worked all of her life and gave everything away, one of those saints among us.
THE fish men see her still, their Annie, in the hide-and-seek shadows of South Street. She’s telling her dirty jokes and doing anything for a buck: hustling newspapers, untaxed cigarettes, favors, those pairs of irregular socks she’d buy cheap on Canal. She’s submitting to the elements, calling out “Yoo-hoo” to the snow and the rain and her boys.
For several decades, Annie was the profane mother of the old Fulton Fish Market, that pungent Lower Manhattan place fast becoming a mirage of memory. Making her rounds, running errands, holding her own in the blue banter, she was as much a part of this gruff place as the waxed fish boxes, the forklift-rocking cobblestones, and the cocktail aroma of gasoline, cigarettes and the sea.
WHAT a brutal way to live. She cleaned the market’s offices and locker rooms and bathrooms. She collected the men’s “fish clothes” on Friday and had them washed and ready for Monday. She ran errands for Mr. DeLuca, known as Stevie Coffee Truck, hustling to Chinatown to pick up, say, some ginseng tea. She accepted the early morning delivery of bagels. She tried to anticipate the men’s needs — towels, bandannas, candy — and had these items available for sale.
All the while, Annie kept working, rarely missing a day, and gave nearly everything she had to others.
Barbara Grinols, Karl’s ex-wife, who lives in New Hampshire, said that Ms. Wasserman often sent as much as $4,000 a month, usually through money orders, to her relations on both coasts. She also routinely sent along boxes of used clothing that she had culled from places like the Catholic Worker’s Mary House,
She became like a grandmother to dozens of women on the street who had nobody,” said Felton Davis, a full-time Catholic Worker volunteer. Sensing the lack of esteem in a woman beside her, he said, “She would say: `I have just the shirt that you need. I’ll get it for you.’ ”
Meanwhile, up in New Hampshire, the clothes kept coming. “The boxes would be opened, and it would be like: `Who wants this T-shirt?’ ‘Who wants this sweatshirt?’ ” Ms. Grinols recalled. “So many people in this area got gifts from her.”
Richard Rowland Kirkland, The Angel of Marye's Heights
On December 13, 1862 he was a sergeant in Company G, 2nd South Carolina. The day was ending and his regiment was stationed at the stone wall at the base of Marye’s Heights overlooking Fredericksburg. His unit had helped smash Union attack after Union attack, and now he looked over fields strewn with wounded and dead Union soldiers. He could hear the wounded Union soldiers crying out desperately for water.
Unable to bear the cries any longer, he approached Brigadier General Joseph Kershaw and informed him of what he wanted to do. Kershaw gave him his permission, but told him he was unable to authorize a flag of truce. Kirkland said that was fine and he would simply have to take his chances. Gathering up all the canteens and blankets he could carry, Kirkland slipped over the wall, realizing that without a flag of truce it was quite possible he would be fired upon by Union troops.
Kirkland began to give drinks to Union wounded and blankets to protect them from the cold. Union troops, recognizing what he was doing, did not fire at him. For hours Kirkland went back and forth tending to the enemy wounded. He did not stop until he had assisted all Union wounded in the Confederate portion of the battlefield. The last Union soldier he assisted he gave his own overcoat. He was repeatedly cheered by both Union and Confederate soldiers.
Sergeant Kirkland did not survive the war. He died at the battle of Chickamauga, September 20, 1863, just barely 20. His last words were, “Tell my Pa I died right.”
The lengths people will go to save important artifacts. In Venice, California, a woman fought off a mugger to save a video of her dead child who died ten weeks earlier of cancer,
She said: 'When it happened I just, I was totally ready to die. I did not care. I was like, that recording is on that phone with Minty babbling and saying mommy and laughing.'
Despite the ordeal, the woman escaped with only minor cuts and bruises.
Her attacker is still on the loose after making his escape - empty handed - in a van and police are still trying to hunt him down.
The incident happened on September 19, the 10-week anniversary of the Minty's death.
'It was literally to the minute, to the day that Minty had died,' the victim added.
A mother collapsed and died at work after subjecting herself to a crash diet in an effort to look good on a family holiday.
Lucy Prince, 36, lost 20lb in a month by replacing meals with slimming drinks and exercising heavily in preparation for a break with her daughter.
But her heart stopped at work and she collapsed in front of her manager at a car factory.
She died in hospital having never regained consciousness. An inquest yesterday heard that Miss Prince weighed 16st 2lbs in June this year but was only 14st 8lbs when she collapsed in June.
She also suffered from low blood pressure and her potassium levels had dropped dangerously low after the diet.
She had an inflamed heart which, combined with low potassium levels, caused her collapse according to a post-mortem examination.
Miss Prince’s stepmother, Lesley Prince, told the inquest that the manager who witnessed the collapse, at Toyota’s plant in Burnaston, Derbyshire, said it came without warning.
She said: ‘Apparently, they were having a normal work conversation when Lucy’s eyes rolled back and she dropped to the floor.
How terribly sad. Condolences to her family,
Before he received the blessed Eucharist for the last time,
I now receive you who are the price of my soul's redemption, I receive you who are the food for my final journey, and for the love of whom I have studied, kept vigil, and struggled; indeed, it was you, Jesus, that I preached and you that I taught."
You leave your family more than an estate. An ethical will, an extralegal, nonbinding document, is meant to communicate values and family feelings.
Bequeathing Smart Strategies in Barron's
TOM ROGERSON, director of family wealth services at BNY Mellon Wealth Management in Boston, keeps a copy of a handwritten, 10-page document on his desk. When he first saw it, he says, it made him weep.
The letter, from a father to his son, is nearly 25 years old. It describes the impact of his conversion to Christianity late in life, and outlines his hopes for his son.
"That was my first experience, before I knew the term," Rogerson says. "But it turns out this was an ethical will. It is a great example of what an ethical will is designed to do."
My colleague Susan Turnbull at Personal Legacy Advisors is interviewed
"The impulse to communicate what we think is important to those we love is as old as the human race," says Susan Turnbull, founder and principal of Personal Legacy Advisors, a firm that advocates nonbinding personal-legacy documents as a component of estate and philanthropic planning.
"What struck me was that it was the missing piece of estate planning," she says. "A will is written in formal legalese that is very limited in scope. It has no personality, and there is no life or warmth in it. Love and affection and gratitude may be implied by the document, but are never stated."
"An ethical will takes a 30,000-foot view of your life," Turnbull adds, "and tries to capture the essence of what has been important to you, and the lasting messages you want to leave."
"The ethical will is written to help other people, for the benefit of the heirs, but the process the author goes through to create it is as valuable as the document itself," Turnbull says. "The author has the opportunity to pause and reflect on his life in ways he might otherwise never do."
This story gets more and more gruesome. The Mexican investigator searching for the killers of the American David Hartley, the husband who was allegedly shot and killed while jet-skiing on Falcon Lake has been found decapitated.
The Zeta cartel that smuggles billions of dollars of cocaine and other drugs suspected
I was at a Requiem Mass this morning; nothing unusual in that, of course. Yet this Mass was highly unusual in this respect: there was no panegyric of the dead. The deceased man had made it clear to his widow before he died that he wanted the homily to focus on the faith – specifically the theology of death and resurrection, with accompanying prayers for the dead – and not on him.
This must be the first funeral I have attended since the death of my father more than 30 years ago when a “celebration of the life” has not been a central feature of the service. How and when did it creep in that a funeral has to concentrate on a deceased person’s achievements, foibles and lovable frailties – indeed, on his or her imminent canonisation – to the exclusion of almost everything else?
There you have it: no mournful pop songs, no tributes to the deceased’s love of a pint at his local pub, his efforts on behalf of mankind; just natural grief at the loss and hope in the mercy of God. I left this morning’s funeral more comforted and consoled than at many a funeral I have attended in recent years.
Leon Klinghoffer, R.I.P.
For the daughters of Leon Klinghoffer, all it takes is the smell of a cigar to erase the 25 years since Palestinian pirates murdered him and dumped him over the side of the Achille Lauro.
Because Klinghoffer - a tough New York Jew who defied the terrorists despite being in a wheelchair - loved a good cigar.
"I pass a smoke shop in the street and I say, 'Oh my God, he could have spent hours in here,'" Ilsa Klinghoffer said.
Friday, exactly a quarter-century after the gunmen shot Klinghoffer in the head, he lives on in memories like these - and in the anti-terrorism work his daughters do in his name.
"People say, 'Girls, why don't you get on with life?'" Lisa Klinghoffer said. "My answer to them is this is part of my life and I feel honored to be doing the work that I do.
It was only after the pirates were captured that Klinghoffer's body washed up on a Syrian beach.
"My mother, when she called us from the boat, told us, 'Do your crying now. We have a lot of work when I come home,'" Lisa recalled. "She didn't want our father's murder to be in vain."
The more I read about Tiffany Hartley, the more I am suspicious that her agony as she abandoned her husband who was shot in the head on Falcon Lake where they were both were jet-skiing by Mexican pirates was a made-up tale.
Too many things don't add up.
Here are some reasons Mexican 'Pirates'? -- Why We First Suspect the Spouse
1.Claiming her husband fell face first in the water and that she tried to pull him out, Tiffany blamed God for why she left him and fled to safety. "I just keep hearing God tell me 'You have to go, you have to go,'" she told one reporter.
No doubt God speaks to people in times of crisis, but it's a bit convenient that He advised her to save her own skin. Let's just say that's not necessarily the Godly thing to do.
2. First, there is no evidence, other than Tiffany's word, that her husband was even on the water at all, much less in a jet ski getting shot in the head. He was reportedly wearing a life vest, which means his body should have been seen by someone by now, as it floated to shore someplace along the Lake's edge. It hasn't. And nobody heard motors or gunshots or saw anyone removing things from the water. While it's possible pirates might take a person for ransom and steal a jet ski for cash value, it takes time to lug people and heavy objects out of the water. Nobody saw any of it.
3. it makes no sense that they managed such a precise execution in the skull of a man while he was zipping along on a jet ski, but somehow couldn't even graze the jet ski of the guy's wife even as she was stopped, as she said she was, trying to lift her husband's body from the water.
Jonah Goldberg on The Hidden Law, Fighting Words & Phelps
If this country worked more properly, if you saw whole bunch of battered, bruised and bloodied people in an emergency room, you might ask “What happened to them?”
Then someone would say, “Oh they went to a Marine’s funeral and shouted something about ‘fags’ and ‘thank God for dead soldiers.’ Then they wouldn’t leave when asked. So they got their asses beat.”
And you’d respond, “Ah. Sounds about right.”
And then you’d go about your day.
The horrifying scene was captured on surveillance video.
An angry man in a motorized scooter became enraged when he just missed an elevator. He smashed into the closed doors twice with his scooter before he plunged through the panels and down the elevator shaft to his death,
Taylor Storch, 13, died in a skiing accident on the last day of a family holiday in Colorado in March this year.
Her organs were donated - and through an extraordinary series of events - six months her parents Todd and Tara Storch found themselves face to face with the woman who was alive only because she had received their daughter's heart.
At the link, scroll to the very bottom to see the video.
Another horrifying story.
A Staten Island couple are suing New York City after making the horrific discovery that their dead son's brain was on display at a city mortuary.
Jesse Shipley was 17 when he died in a car crash in 2005.
Recently some of his former classmates at Port Richmond High School were at the morgue for a field trip when they spotted Jesse's brain floating in a display jar.
The discovery devastated Andre and Korisha Shipley, who said they had no idea Jesse's brain had been removed post-mortem.
After the incident, the city returned the brain and the family disinterred their son from a cemetery so they could bury him with the missing organ.
A city doctor said the brain had been kept for additional tests related to the post-mortem.
How they knew it was Jesse Shipley is not revealed.
Who could ever imagine such a situation?
A young wife has told of her agony after she was forced to abandon her dying husband and flee for her life when the couple were attacked by Mexican pirates.
Tiffany Hartley, 29, said she and husband David, 30, were jet-skiing on a lake that straddles the U.S.-Mexico border when they were ambushed on Thursday.
Her husband was shot in the head, she said. When she leapt into the water to save him, the pirates began firing at her.
She then made the heart-wrenching decision to abandon her husband and flee to safety.
Her devastating story emerged today.
She said the couple - who had been high school sweethearts, married for eight years - had been sight-seeing on their jet-skis when they were set upon by pirates in three speed boats.
'We saw that they had guns, so we started racing away from them,' she told the Denver Post.
But the pirates opened fire - and a bullet struck husband David in the back of the head.
He fell into the water, Mrs Hartley said.
She doubled back and flung herself into the water in an attempt to pull her husband on to her jet-ski. There was a bullet hole in his head, she said, and his body was limp.
She struggled, but his 250lbs body was too heavy for her 105lbs frame - and by then the pirates had reached them.
'I tried pulling him up but I couldn't,' she told the Denver Post, which said her voice was shaking.
Feeling she had no choice, she abandoned her husband and clambered back on to her jet-ski in a desperate bid to save her own life.
Bullets whizzed by her as the pirates opened fire once more, giving chase for what were the most harrowing moments of her life.