I’ve told it before but that was before we “met”.
So back in college I was walking through campus with my friend Philip one day, when we saw a flyer posted on a crowded bulletin board. There was a marine center at north campus and they had rescued a dolphin that they named Abraham. He was weak and sick and required 24/7 care because there was a possibility that he could drown. So they were asking for volunteers to work shifts to basically “babysit” him. There was a picture of him in a shallow open tank, indoors, with two handlers.
Philip and I thought it sounded interesting, so we called up and were given a shift the following Thursday. When the day came we were pretty excited. We took the long drive up to north Miami and talked about what we could expect.
We finally arrived at the marine center and got out of the car. There was no one there to greet us so we wandered around looking for some sort of direction. There was open water to our left. I’m not sure if it the bay or a river leading to the bay.
Facing the beach there was a small jetty on the left. Next to the jetty was an area probably about 100 square feet that was fenced in on three sides. The fencing extended into the water, and in that area were about three people who were supervising Abraham. He had apparently gotten healthy enough to swim in this larger, open space.
We both stood there for about five minutes watching. The water was dark so you couldn’t see Abraham, but the people with him seemed to have a good handle on him. We decided to take a walk to the marine center building to see if we could find someone in charge.
Suddenly out of nowhere we heard a commotion in the water. There was some shouting and a whole lot of splashing and the next thing we knew, Abraham shot up out of water into the air, his tail beating frantically. It looked like he was going to clear the fence. Instead he hit one of the pylons with a sickening thud, and then slid back into the water.
The three people in the water started diving underneath to find him. They became more and more desperate. Meanwhile Philip and I were just standing on the shore, frozen in shock.
One of the girls began yelling for help. It did not register to me that she meant me until she looked directly at me and screamed, “HEEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!” at the top of her lungs.
As if in a trance, I felt my legs move as I waded into the water fully dressed. Once I was up to my neck I dove several times to see if I could find Abraham. He was swimming around in the enclosure at a pace. He had churned up all the sand at the bottom so the water was cloudy and we couldn’t see a thing. He swam past me once or twice and I could feel the immense power of his body.
Then he stopped swimming. Nobody felt any movement in the water. And our efforts to find him increased frantically because we knew that he could easily drown. At this point there were probably about ten people in the water. It was total chaos, people yelling, everyone trying to dive down to find him.
Finally someone located him near the bottom of the deeper end of the enclosure. We were able to pull him through the water up to a slanted concrete platform on the shore. It took about four of us to get it done, he was massive. And unconscious.
The guy who took command at that point told us what to do to help him perform CPR on Abraham. He first had to clear his blowhole which was filled with silt. Then we took turns turning his body from side to side while he tried to get air into Abraham’s lungs.
We did this for probably a couple of minutes until it became clear that Abraham was dead. We all crawled out of the water in a daze, crying.
I walked up to Philip who was still rooted to the ground in the same spot. I told him we were leaving. I didn’t want to stick around. I got in the car in my soaking wet clothes and drove back to south Miami. We said very little on the drive home.