About three years ago, something terrible happened to me. Those six hours of terror have broken my body and soul. You think I am a very old man--but I am not. It took less than a single day to change my hair from black to white. One day, my two brothers and I were coming back from the islands, our boat full of fish. All at once, the sky was covered with dark clouds and in less than a minute we were in a terrible storm. An enormous wave covered our boat and my younger brother fell into the sea. Our boat survived,and I was trying to recover when my elder brother put his mouth close to my ear, and screamed out the terrifying word "Whirlpool!" With the wind and waves we were going in the direction of the whirlpool, and nothing could save us! It may seem strange,but at that moment, when we were on the edge of the whirlpool, I felt calmer than when we were moving towards it. We went round and round, nearer and nearer to ther horrible edge of the whirlpool. Suddenly, we went over ther edge. I thought my life was over. But moment after moment passed, and I was still safe.