In my years of lifeguarding, I have made countless rescues. I have rescued every type of person in every circumstance imaginable. There are a few rescues that I will never forget. One of which was with another strong female lifeguard, Erin McManus. It was my second or third year on the ocean at Jones Beach. It was a cold rainy day. Erin and I were alone on the stand, and it was a ghost town on the beach, not a patron in sight. As we were scanning the ocean, Erin, looking east, said, “I think I hear someone in the water down there.” “No way! It’s freezing!” I replied. Sure enough, looking through the binoculars, there were two men about 20 yards out in the ocean and about ½ mile down the beach. The men were caught in a rip current, struggling and getting pulled out fast. We blew our whistles, alerting the other lifeguards that we were going in on a rescue and leaving the stand. After the run, we entered the water, and the men were already giving up.