If you can shout HELP - you're on your way …
I want to share a tragic, personal experience which brings home to me, every time I think about it, the essence of communication and the process of communication.
We were on the final day of our honeymoon and went to make one final visit down to the beach on the North Cornwall coast near where we were staying. The sun was shining and as the tide was in waves were crashing against the shoreline rocks and everyone was off the beach and on top of the rocks above the waterline. It was a glorious day. As we lay in the sun the squeals of laughter around us changed in pitch and intensity. Suddenly, we were aware of screams and a commotion down on the waterline.