Lethal Waters: Great Barrier Reef Attack
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It's September the 19th, 2018. Light is fading across the Whitsundays, a collection of green and gold islands dotted around the Coral Sea just off the coast of Queensland, Australia. By day, this diving paradise is teeming with swimmers exploring the warm turquoise waters. People leap from boats to revel in the scattered, multicolored reefs hidden below, while others stroll along the plentiful white sandy beaches.

But with the light fading, the sea is now emptier. Holidaymakers have retreated to the shore, to the mainland, or back to their boats. A normally lively, convivial atmosphere has subtly altered into something more eerie as the darkening waves slosh up and down. On the western side of Whitsunday Island, the largest in the area, there is an inlet known as Sid Harbour. Here, a smattering of small vessels bob peacefully on the water,

And then, through the gloom, a horrifying scream rings out across the harbour. On board a 39-foot sailing yacht, 47-year-old Justine Barwick is in trouble. The floor of the boat is slick with a frothing combination of salt water and blood. Trembling, trying to catch her breath, Justine looks down at her leg. I saw the spurts of blood from where my femoral artery was.

And it wasn't just severed, it was gone from my groin to my knee. My thigh was just gone. Her family and friends crowd around her, trying their best to keep her calm. They pack the wound with towels and bandages. It's clear the trauma is severe. What's more, any rescue from this secluded spot will be immensely complex and risky. It seems Justine may only have minutes left.

It was a very distinct feeling that I knew that I was very probably going to die. Ever wondered what you would do when disaster strikes? If your life depended on your next decision, could you make the right choice? Welcome to Real Survival Stories. These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode, we meet Justine Barwick, a 47-year-old care worker.

Justine loves the Queensland coast and takes regular trips here to relax with her friends and family. But one day, swimming in waters she's safely explored hundreds of times before, things take a sudden and shocking turn. Out of nowhere, Justine faces a monstrous attack, a fight in the waves and a life-threatening injury. I was acutely aware right from the moment I got out of the water that I was in massive trouble.

With major trauma to one of the largest arteries in her body, life is literally draining from her. The countdown has started. I just had to stay calm to try and just keep my heart rate from rising because if my heart rate rose, then I was going to bleed out faster. I'm John Hopkins from the Noisa Podcast Network. This is Real Survival Stories. It's September the 19th, 2018.

Boats and swimmers are scattered across the bright blue waters of the Whitsundays, the cluster of 74 islands off Australia's northeast coast, at the heart of the Great Barrier Reef. Colorful fish, graceful stingrays, and serene sea turtles glide through the coral. Many of the surrounding islands are uninhabited, with untouched rainforest running down the rugged mountains to the clear waters below. It's a place of stunning natural beauty.

On the edge of the Whitsundays' largest island is the popular Whitehaven Beach, its pristine sands dotted with sunbathers. Just beyond, among the assorted collection of boats undulating in the sea, is the 39-foot sailing yacht, the Topaz. On board, Justine Barwick sits on deck, drinking it all in. I've been a bit of an accidental sailor because my husband's a sailor and my best friend's a sailor, so I guess by default that makes me a sailor.

I do like to go sailing when the weather's fine, where the conditions are predictable and calm. That's where I'm most happy, but it's a great way to experience nature and experience the world and to see parts of, for me, Australia in ways that otherwise you wouldn't get to see them. They are 10 days into a three-week holiday. Craig, her husband of 25 years, is checking the weather forecast for the days ahead.

From the cool waters below, Justine's best friend Lynn shouts up and laughs as she swims. Lynn's daughter Michelle is on deck, reading alongside her husband Ben. They're enjoying the last of the sponge cake that Justine baked earlier. All in all, it's a fine day to be alive. Lynn climbs back onto the boat, shaking the sea from her hair and grabbing a towel, before sharing a joke with Justine.

The pair have been firm friends ever since Justine moved to the port city of Burnley in Tasmania 25 years ago. We just clicked immediately and we've been besties ever since. She's a pretty special individual and we've certainly been through so much together.

We're each other's really safe place and we're just so supportive of each other. But also we tell each other how it is as well. There's nothing that goes unsaid between the two of us.

In 2006, we were actually, we were nuns in a musical. And during one of the costume changes, Lynne, as she took off her nuns habit, she was like, oh, I've got a lump in my breast.

And I said, "Oh, no, you don't. No, you don't. Don't be silly." But sure enough, she did in fact have a lump in her breast and ended up needing to have a full mastectomy and chemotherapy and radiation therapy and other follow-up therapies. And that was the toughest time of my life, supporting my best friend through that journey. But when you do go through so much together, those bonds are forged. They're hard bonds. They are unbreakable bonds.

Lynn's daughter, Michelle, was only a teenager at the time of the diagnosis, so Justine took on the role of a second mother, a guide through choppy waters. And today, the two families remain close, sharing regular cook-ins back home and trips away together. The Whitsundays were a favorite spot. They've been sailing this area over the last five years and know the waters well. Today has been another idyllic day, with little more than the odd gust of wind breaking up the warmth.

But Craig has just heard that a weather front is due to come in. Nothing too surprising in these tropical climes, though not something to ignore either. The group agrees to sail around the coast to the more sheltered anchorage of Cid Harbor on the west side of the island. Here they can hunker down, read books, play games, and watch movies until the weather passes. Craig takes the helm and starts the journey around the island. He and Justine enjoy a good life

They've been together for a quarter of a century and have raised two daughters. Craig taught the girls to sail at the local yacht club and we just had a lovely, lovely time raising our family in Burnie.

He's an incredible guy. He's a very logical, rational guy. He's not prone to, you know, outbursts of emotion or anger or anything like that. He's really calm. He's funny and he's a very practical guy as well. If you need a bookshelf built, he's your guy. If you need your car serviced, he'll get into that for you. It's late afternoon as Craig sails the group into Sid Harbour.

A curved mouth of water, semi-encircled by beaches and lush green. It never fails to take the breath away.

It's absolutely gorgeous. You can sit on the deck of your boat and you can listen to the birds that are in the trees at Sid Harbour. The birdsong sort of floats across the water. You get a great outlook over the islands. It's sheltered, it's quiet, even if there are quite a few boats there. Being a sheltered anchorage, it's quite popular, but it's just really lovely.

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a rewarding but challenging role. She fell into the career by chance. As a tearaway teenager, she struggled in class, skipped school, and then left completely at the age of 15. Justine's mother grew more and more frustrated with her sneaking out of the house and getting into trouble, until one day she spotted a job vacancy, a role that would give something back to the community, and demanded her daughter apply.

When your mum adopts that particular tone that all of us know from our mums, that when they say you need to apply, I could tell that there was no point discussing it. I just needed to do it. And I was actually really horrified when I got the job because then I thought, oh gosh, I've got to follow through with this now.

By lunchtime on the first day, it just, it had me. The people and the opportunity to make a difference in people's lives, whether it's living with a disability in their own home or whether it's ageing successfully in their own home, what something very little to us can have a really big impact in somebody's day or their life or their experience of being able to stay at home.

I quickly learned that I worked really well with people and getting people to understand change, assisting them to navigate through change, seeing why change is a necessary thing and it's often a good thing. These days, Justine's in management with 150 people reporting to her. With the pressure of the job, downtime like this, cruising around the glorious Coral Sea, becomes crucial.

The group drops anchor around 4:45 PM. A good number of crews have had a similar idea. Around 60 boats are here already, sheltering in the cove. For now, the weather remains calm. Craig heads below deck with Ben to chill some drinks for sundown. Michelle and Lynn are drying off after their latest dip. As the afternoon morphs into evening, Justine decides to go for one last swim herself. She stands with her toes curled over the edge of the boat and breathes in deeply.

Taking in the sprawling sea, the verdant islets, the enormous sky. She kicks off from the boat and dives, plunging deep into the blue. The water is cool and refreshing. Bubbles flurry past her face, and for a few moments everything is tranquil. Justine turns and kicks up towards the surface. She rises, eyes closed, totally unaware of what's around her. And that's when, from below, a juggernaut strikes.

The water was beautiful and refreshing, but then as my head resurfaced on my way back up from my dive, that's when the shark hit my leg and bit into my leg. Justine is flung around in the water as the powerful creature clamps down with vice-like jaws, its razor-sharp fangs serrating her leg. This aggressive apex predator is a tiger shark.

I don't have the words to describe that force and I don't remember saying it but apparently I said get it off me, get it off me. Tiger sharks can grow up to 18 feet long. Alongside bulls and great whites, tigers are statistically one of the most dangerous species of shark, one of the most likely to bite. They can and do eat almost anything and have even been known to attack boats.

That said, what's happening to Justine is totally unexpected. While there are some sightings of sharks in parts of the Whitsundays, there's never before been a recorded attack in Cid Harbor. As the tiger clamps down on her thigh, Justine starts to fight back, crying out for help and attempting to force herself away from its immense grip. The water around her starts to turn crimson.

In the frenzy, it's a blur, but somehow, mercifully, Justine manages to release herself from its mouth. The pressure on her leg lessens, and she is free. I thought it was just a really smooth push. I just encouraged this tiger shark off my leg, but...

It wasn't that easy. And I turned and swam to the boat. And I remember being just so stunned that I was so close to the stern of the boat because I would never dive in as close to the stern of the boat as what I was. I was literally only two or three swim strokes away from the stern of the boat. So that confused me. But I think that push and that force with which the shark swam

hit me, I think it pushed me closer to the stern of the boat and when I pushed the shark away, I think I didn't in fact push the shark away, I probably pushed myself back off the shark. Craig and Ben hear her shouts and race to the back of the boat. They see her beneath them, flailing in an expanding pool of red. She has to get out of the water immediately. Thrashing her arms and kicking with her uninjured left leg, Justine manages to battle her way to the swim ladder.

She grasps it with both hands, but is unable to climb up. She dangles in the water, her lower half perilously exposed. Craig and Ben reach down and haul her onto the boat, placing her on the floor of the yacht's enclosed cockpit. She's out of the water, away from the shark, but the relief is short-lived. Glancing down, Justine sees, for the first time, the full damage to her right leg.

At that point, I knew I was bitten by the shark because it couldn't have been anything else. I remember looking down and it was just the inside of my thigh, all of the back, all of the front was just gone. It was just not there and I could see bone and I thought this was really serious.

And then I saw the spurts of blood from where my femoral artery was. And it wasn't just severed, it was gone from my groin to my knee. My thigh was just gone. It's not an image that I will ever forget. The femoral artery is the main supply of blood to the lower body. Damage to it often means a death sentence, as blood loss is so rapid. Justine could die in less than five minutes.

They're in an isolated spot, three miles from the mainland. By all metrics, the situation is incredibly bleak. I was acutely aware right from the moment I got out of the water that I was in massive trouble. Everyone jumps into action. Immediately, Craig applies pressure to her leg, grabbing a nearby towel and smothering the wound. Ben seizes other towels, which Craig twists around to secure the first. Lynn leaps across Justine to reach the first aid kit, zipping it open as she runs back.

As a volunteer paramedic, she's well-placed to give emergency help. She tears open the bandages and starts winding them tightly around the makeshift dressing. It's better than nothing, but for a wound this severe, it can only stem the flow for so long.

Craig, my legs elevated so he literally, he could not go anywhere. So it was Lynn who was running around getting bandages and coming to my head and talking to me probably every 30 seconds or every minute that she would be coming to me and talking to me and, you know, making sure that she could get a response from me. Michelle has grabbed the marine radio, making the Mayday call to alert other boats nearby.

It was, in fact, Justine and Craig who trained her how to use the radio when she was younger, skills which could now mean the difference between life and death. Ben climbs into the cabin and calls 100 for the emergency services, giving as much detail as possible. It's all action around Justine as she lies there, doing all she can to remain level-headed. I'd seen the hole in my leg and I knew that I couldn't do anything aside from stay calm.

that panicking wasn't an option for me at that time, that I just literally had to stay calm to try and just keep my heart rate from rising because I knew from my first aid courses back in the day that if my heart rate rose that I was going to bleed out faster. She draws on whatever inner resources she can, even using methods she's learned in yoga over the last decade, concentrating on filling her belly deeply with breath

and releasing it slowly to the count of five. But it can only do so much. It was a very distinct feeling that I knew that I was very probably going to die. There was no panic that came with that for me. There was a sadness, but there was also an acceptance of it as well. I had some really rational thoughts. I started to think, well, we have a will, so tick, that'll be fine.

You know, at the time, Craig was only 52. And I thought, OK, he's young enough to find somebody else and be happy again. That's OK. The girls were in their early 20s. And I thought, well, yep, I've raised two really, really top chicks, amazing young women. And they'll be sad, but they'll have great memories. So they'll be OK because I know they're strong. Lynne moves closer and kneels by Justine's side.

The two friends lock eyes as the darkness grows and the colour seeps from Justine's face. And I started to say to Lynne, I think I'm going to die. And she was very firm with me and she told me I wasn't allowed to die. And her words were actually, not on my watch you're not. So I clearly wasn't even allowed to die. With her best friend and her husband close by, Justine clings on.

Meanwhile, crews from other boats floating nearby in the harbour have heard the May Day call and are moving in. Soon, a mini armada arrives, vessels of all shapes and sizes, herring towards the topaz to offer additional supplies and aid. We were very prepared sailors, but nobody's prepared for that. So some boats came in their tenders, in their little dinghies, and bought bandages, and I remember bandage after bandage would come. About a kilometre away,

Anchored in a separate part of the Whitsunday Islands, a silver-haired, bearded man stands on the edge of his yacht. This is Dr. John Haddock. He's considering a final swim of the day, one last opportunity to cool off before getting ready for dinner. He looks down into the swaying, serene waters and goes to jump, when a small, motorized dinghy suddenly appears with two sailors on board. They shout and wave their arms. They hurry to explain the situation to the doctor.

A woman has been attacked by a shark. She is in desperate need of help. They couldn't have come across a better person in the circumstances. Instantly, John steps across into the dinghy and is carried back towards the topaz. When John arrives at the yacht and clambers on board, he quickly takes in the scene. The floor of the cockpit is slippery with blood. Justine is pale and only semi-conscious. It's now been 45 minutes since the attack. Her fingers and toes are mottled and drained of blood.

The fact that she is still alive is already a monumental feat. John asks everyone to move aside. And then I remember him leaning down to me and introducing himself and saying, my name's John, I'm an ED doctor. And I felt him sort of poking around in my neck and I couldn't work out what he was doing. But I now know that he was looking for a pulse. My blood pressure was so low that I didn't have one. He assures her that he will do all he can to help.

But the doctor doesn't mince his words. I asked him if I was going to die and I remember his answer as clearly as if it was yesterday. He said to me, "You're very badly injured and you are very unwell and it is possible that you may die, but the first aid is excellent and I couldn't have done better myself. So I think you've got a chance of survival. So we need to make a plan to get you out of here."

And it sounds very strange to say that those words were very comforting because they validated those feelings that I had that I may die and those statements that he made that I had a chance of survival. So that's what I chose to hang on to.

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An enormous relief. But this good news comes with caveats. The rescue promises to be highly complex. The next step will be to get me into that helicopter. But then it just took ages. And so it became apparent to me lying on the deck that it was more complicated than I knew. Craig and John communicate with the rescue team over the radio, trying to hatch a plan.

There is a beach nearby, but the incoming tide means the emergency crew cannot land there. The helicopter could fly overhead and lower crew members down onto the boat, but the various masts, ropes, and wires of the yachts make this maneuver too intricate. Now, the likelihood is the aircraft's winch will become dangerously entangled. There's only one option, and it isn't a welcome one.

Justine will need to be lowered into an inflatable dinghy and taken out into open water. From there, the helicopter should be able to reach her. But moving Justine in her state is easier said than done. They'll need to place her into a smaller, vulnerable vessel, with night descending and who knows what still lurking in the depths. It's been more than an hour since the Tiger Shark attacked. It's impossible to know exactly how much blood Justine has lost, or how much longer she has left.

And now comes the most complex stage of her survival. The rescue helicopter is speeding her way. On board are a pilot, a flight paramedic and a crew officer. Fortunately, they weren't far from the topaz when they got the call, carrying out a routine task nearby. But this means they're already low on fuel. There's no time to lose. Justine has to get to the open ocean.

With the mast and the boom and the spreaders and everything that's on a yacht, the helicopter can't get near that. It's not safe. Due to the conditions, the helicopter couldn't land on the beach. So that wasn't an option. So the option that they landed on was that I was transferred to the dinghy. The bright yellow dinghy is attached to the stern of the yacht, normally reserved for leisure trips to the shore.

It's all hands to the pump as Team Justine gets to work. Quickly, the seats are removed from the dinghy to make more space. At the same time, Lynn pulls over one of the cockpit's long seat cushions to use as a makeshift stretcher. They need to keep Justine flat when they move her. Lynn holds her friend's head steady and instructs the group to surround her, spreading the weight between them. She tells Justine to just keep breathing. Craig continues to keep his wife's legs elevated.

And on a count of three, they all transfer her in one move across to the stretcher, then raise her up and over the stern, easing her down onto the tender. Some bystanders actually helped John, Craig, Ben, Michelle and Lyn lift me into the dinghy because that had to be obviously done very carefully as to not move that huge dressing that was effectively stemming the blood flow

As the surface of the sea heaves, Lynne holds her breath as they stow Justine in the dinghy. It's agreed only Craig and John will journey out with her. Tears start to well as Lynne lets her friend go. There is nothing more she can do. The sun is disappearing beyond the horizon as Craig takes to the helm and chugs the dinghy away from the yacht. John keeps monitoring Justine as Craig weaves between the other boats towards clear, open water.

In the distance, the sound of rapid rotor blades begins to reverberate across the waves. Closer and closer the two crafts move. Through the intense downdraft of the chopper, Craig guides the little dinghy with focus and skill.

For Craig to be positioning a tiny dinghy underneath the downforce of that helicopter was just incredible presence of mind given the situation and just great boatmanship skills as well. I remember the force of the helicopter and I remember it was like being in a storm. Now, directly beneath the helicopter, the inflatable vessel is buffeted like a feather in a hurricane. Spray and salt water crash onto the dinghy.

John was reminding me to breathe because that was actually quite tough to remember to breathe. And so every time I had to breathe out, I'd have to blow the seawater out because waves would have got into my mouth when I was breathing. The helicopter is struggling to get close enough. Each time it moves near, the waves churn harder, forcing the dinghy further away. The pilot pulls back again, but the fuel is running lower and lower. The crew have a big call to make.

To get to Justine, somebody will have to brave the waters. One of the rescue workers, named Ben, steps up. Ben from that rescue helicopter had to make a decision. Basically, it's now or never and this is as good as it's going to get. And so he then dropped into the water where I'd, you know, a couple of hours ago been bitten by a shark, which is just incredible bravery. Ben bullets into the water. With a gasp, he resurfaces, getting his bearings and swimming towards the dinghy.

Because the helicopter in fact had been diverted from another mission, they hadn't in fact been tasked for a shark attack at all.

They didn't have the appropriate harness that I should have gone up in, like to keep me horizontal with that femoral artery sever. And I remember John being very concerned about that. They got me into a harness and I was strapped to Ben, but unfortunately my legs were dangling down and John was very concerned that I might not have made the winch up into the helicopter. Justine beckons Craig to come close, whispering something to her husband.

I remember arriving in the helicopter and the paramedic making his assessment of the situation. But things do start to get quite tough for me at that point, just through language.

lack of blood. My blood pressure was unrecordable. So I was in a world of pain then and that's actually my first memory of actual pain. It has taken 45 minutes to complete the retrieval and it's been two hours since the attack. Justine has lost pints of blood. It needs to be replenished immediately but they don't have enough fuel to reach the closest hospital. So the crew radio ahead for blood to be delivered to the nearest refuelling station.

They just have to hope that we'll buy her enough time. What happens next is foggy, a dreamlike flash of different pictures and sensations. After refueling, Justine is airlifted again to Mackay Base Hospital, which has a large resuscitation team awaiting her. Her chances of survival are put at just 20%.

I was taken to surgery where they did an operation called fasciotomies, which is basically where they release toxic blood that would have been trapped in the lower part of my limb so that once they repaired my femoral artery that that wasn't returned to my body because that would do damage and make me unwell or kill me. It takes hours of painstaking, intricate work from surgeons.

Throughout, Justine is teetering right on the edge. I've got a large scar where they took a large piece of vein

from my left leg that they used to give me a new femoral artery on my right leg. The size of the bite, it's enormous. It's from just below my groin to just above my knee. And then they basically stabilized me. They put me into ICU. They kept me asleep this whole time. And I think it was around...

2 or 3 o'clock in the morning that Craig and Leander, Michelle and Ben were allowed to see me in ICU. After the initial life-saving operation, she is transported again to the Royal Brisbane Hospital for 18 more hours of reconstructive surgery. To save her leg, nerve grafts are carried out. Muscle and skin are taken from her belly and used to recreate the area of her thigh that was bitten away. Justine is kept unconscious for several days.

ICU is a really confronting place and it's certainly a really scary environment. And then they started to raise my level of awareness and that was quite a difficult process of waking up. I wasn't strong enough to breathe for myself, so I was still intubated.

which meant that I couldn't talk at all. So I couldn't tell anybody that I was scared or that I was worried about anything. And that, I have to say, was probably the scariest part of the whole episode is being so isolated, being intubated, being scared. It was really great to see my family, even if I couldn't talk to them. It just made me feel much safer.

After several days of recuperation, Justine is keen to get out of bed. The medics don't want to rush things, but eventually they relent. It was that day that I knew how much rehab I'd have in my future because certainly my leg, yes it was reconstructed, but it was weak and the muscles needed to be trained to allow me to walk.

I can't feel my right leg, so the physios needed to teach me how to walk on this leg that I can't feel. And also the nerve damage from the attack means I have a dropped foot, so I can't lift up to sort of swing that right leg through. So I've had to learn to walk with an aid to lift up that foot. So there is so much to everything that we do in everyday life that when you've got to rebuild, it's actually a really tough thing to do.

And rehab continues. Tomorrow I've got a session. I had one on Monday. I've got another one on Friday. It's my life now. But that is also my key to walking and it's my key to enjoying life. Is it fair? No. But is life also good? Yes. I like to think of it as just it's my normal now.

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But within just 24 hours of Justine's ordeal, emergency crews are called following a second shark attack in the vicinity, this time on a 12-year-old girl. She thankfully survives, but requires an amputation. Less than two months after that, another attack claims the life of a 32-year-old doctor from Melbourne. The spate of incidents leads to calls for interventions. Baited drumlines are laid, which catch and kill six sharks.

But these are controversial and not seen as a long-term solution. Signs are installed warning people not to swim in the area. A research project is carried out and education programs are run on shark safety. Today, a tourist website advertising Sid Harbor states there is no swimming here at any time. As for Justine,

I don't think it's possible to come through this without an element of PTSD. I see a great psychologist a few times a year. I think the work that we have done together is a big part of me being the best human that I can be and accepting my life as a person living with disability and accepting the traumatic experience.

I really, I have no anger about this. And occasionally I can be like, oh, it's not fair. But that's not anger. I have no anger about the shark being in the water. It was just unlucky. And I was unlucky. A year after the incident, she returns to the Whitsundays to meet the team that rescued her. I started to wonder if I could ever go sailing again.

I also was asking questions about what happened on the day and I just really wanted to help my brain to understand exactly what had happened. I had questions for the paramedic from the helicopter. I had questions for the helicopter pilot. I had questions for the crewman. I had questions for John. And Craig said, well, let's go. Let's just, let's go and just meet them. And John and his beautiful wife, Janice, said, yeah, stay with us. Yeah, come and stay at our place. So we went and we had dinner.

a few days sailing. So yeah, I think healing was behind the trip and giving my brain some more pieces of the puzzle. Justine speaks highly of all the rescuers, doctors and strangers who helped her that day. But she also praises her own crew, the friends and family that saved her and continue to support her today.

People only see the inspiring side of trauma, but there's a gnarly, gritty, horrible side of it as well. And both of those sides are necessary. So to have a crew around you who accept that gnarly side as well, that's been really gold. The biggest thing that I have learned is that I underestimated myself my whole life.

For some reason, I had to wait until I had a shark hanging off my inner thigh before I knew that I was actually strong. And so I've learnt that I'm capable of a lot more than what I gave myself credit for. On one of the anniversaries of the shark attack, I was having a meeting with somebody. She said, I bet you wish that you could go back and not dive in the water that day. I said, no, I actually don't because I never want to be

the girl who doesn't dive in the water. I never want to be the girl who is too scared to do anything, you know, because the chances of me on that day, in that location, in those conditions, being bitten by a shark were absolutely minuscule. And if we let fear paralyze us, you know, then what does life look like?

if a medical professional looked at it on paper, they would say this person should not have survived. So yeah, I like to think mine is a story of gratitude and determination. Next time on Real Survival Stories, we meet British caver Dick Willis. In 1977, he joins an expedition to the deepest known cave in the world. But while Dick and his friends Andy and Paul are thousands of feet underground, an electrical storm breaks out above.

sending torrents of water cascading into the caves. As the water level rises, the race to escape is on. That's next time on Real Survival Stories. Listen to Dick's story today without waiting a week by subscribing to Noisa Plus. It takes one guy out there to say, who's that f***er?

Kyle thinks he can just get on a microphone on a podcast and start publicizing this. From iHeart Podcasts and Tenderfoot TV comes a new true crime podcast, Crook County.

I got recruited into the mob when I was 17 years old. Meet Kenny, an enforcer for the legendary Chicago outfit. And that was my mission, to snuff the f***ing life out of this guy. He lived a secret double life as a firefighter paramedic for the Chicago Fire Department. I had a wife and I had two children. Nobody knew anything. People are dying. Is he doing this every night? Torn.

Between two worlds. I'm covering up murders that these cops are doing. He was a freaking crazy man. We don't know who he is, really. He is my father. And I had no idea about any of this until now. Welcome to Crook County. Available now. Listen for free on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.