One day I went to the pool and found sadness on the faces of my friends. Everyone was talking about our friend, shy Michael. Shy Michael was dead.
Michael had gone out on a military flight and something terrible happened. The airplane had crashed into the ocean. Michael survived and since he was a fairly good swimmer, he had been able to swim to the airplane wing. According to witness reports, he was holding on to the airplane wing waiting to be rescued. He was probably injured and bleeding.
Witnesses said that Michael was attacked by sharks while he was holding on to the wing of the plane. He didn't have a chance.
We were all in a state of shock. Michael was so shy that no one really knew him well, but we knew him well enough to know that we had lost a good friend and a good guy. Shy Michael became part of my life that summer and I treasure the memory of that friendship.