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Miracle Story


Mario Stefano

Open Sesame

Submitted into: Miracles of Sport Category,

On: 2007-11-17

I had just got back from a South Australian summer with scorching temperatures in the 40s and water restrictions all round. Things were somewhat different at my current home on Lake Garda Italy. It was snowing! The wind was good and I was keen to get out kite boarding so I could put my new dry suit to the test. It doesn't snow on the lake that often but it sure is nice when it does.
The next day was going to be epic for snowboarding but today my kite needed to get some exercise.
I rigged up my gear with a couple of other guys ready to go out and was happy to get my dry suit on as my hands were feeling the bite of the cold. When you go out in extreme conditions it pays to ride with others so you can keep an eye on each other if something goes wrong. I launched the other kiters and hit the water myself. They say in February the lake temperature is about 8 degrees Celsius. All I can say is that it was way too cold to drink and I planned to spend most of my time in the air or on my board. Alas, it was not to be! After riding for a while I made a jump and a wind gust pulled me out of shape. I hit the water about the same time as my kite from about 5 meters up. Cold water makes for a heavy impact. Kind of like getting hit in the face by a wet soccer ball on a cold winter's day, but bigger. When your kite goes down you need to grab one of the lines and reel in a couple of meters. This is when I realized I could be in trouble. My hands were so cold I had trouble feeling and gripping. The line kept slipping. I tried for minute or so, consciously aware of the icy water cooling my limbs, hand and feet. I stopped for a moment to calm myself and assess my predicament.
I was comforted by the fact that there were other kite boarders and windsurfers around until I looked around. When your face is at water level you realize how far everything is. I had drifted off down wind and I was on my own. The shore was a good 2 kilometer swim and that was not good! I made several attempts to get my kite out of the water to no avail. It seemed the wind had dropped off and the kite was not launching. My suit was holding out the snow frosted water but my body was steadily cooling down. I had to get to shore. I tried cursing and screaming but that didn't work. I tried swimming to get my kite in a launch position and just pulled me further away from shore. I had to go to plan B and self rescue myself. I unhooked my kite bar and pulled the kite towards me. I slightly deflated the kite so that I could hold both lateral edges forming a C shape that it would capture some wind. Leaning the kite towards the closest shore I began body dragging and kicking my legs to keep the blood flowing. Down wind of me was nothing but lake and at the angle I was headed towards shore I would be dragging for some time before I hit land. The mountains look so beautiful from the middle of the lake and the snow falling into the valley made the scene truly wild. I remember thinking this boy is a long way from Oz.
It took a lot of energy to hold the kite toward shore. Each wind gust seemed to pull it in the opposite direction away from shore. At times the wind dropped right off giving very little pull and leaving me bobbing in the water. My legs were starting to get tight. Cramp would be a little too strong an adjective. I just had to get to shore. I had been dragging for some time and the lakes shore was getting steadily closer. My mind had wondered about my suit springing a leak or if I had been in my usual wetsuit I would have been a frozen Popsicle. Even though I was resisting the cold my problems were not over. As I surveyed the shore I could see I was approaching the town of Malcesine. Closest to me was a castle with all its defenses built on a cliff face falling directly into the water. No entry there. After that was the town with out any beaches just walls and buildings. Where was I supposed to exit? My legs were starting to cramp up and I needed warming up. My hands and feet were frozen pulps and they were burning like crazy.
. Slowly more and more water was seeping into my suit making my movements heavy and cumbersome. I noticed there was this one door just above the waters edge next to the castle. It was inset in a wall the rose 4 meters high. I needed someone to open this door. Low and behold, what do I see? A little old lady looking over the wall towards me was frantically waving me over. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no-one around except for this one angel at about the place I was going to be pummeled against the town walls. I made my way over. I could feel myself losing strength and I had to still get an exit point. The next thing I see is this home size door in the wall open and the elderly lady signaling me over. I was saved! As I approached I noticed that just below the surface of the crashing waves, there were the rusty remains of an old pier. Dangerous! I had my inflatable kite and 120 meters of line I had to negotiate out of the water around the rusty iron mess and in thru the door. I deflated my kite made spaghetti of my lines and my angel helped pull me up through the door. It was a bit of a step as I imagine the lake water level was higher back in the day. I climbed out of the water and through the door with some help and was astounded at my new surroundings. It was a beautifully colorful private garden.

My saviour was as caring as my own grand mother to me. She offered me a change of clothes and shelter until I warmed up. I politely declined as I needed to pack my gear and get back to my car. I was cold and wanted to keep moving as I had a long walk to get back. She would not have it. So for the next hour or so we sat and drank hot tea and ate biscuits. She introduced me to her caretakers who helped me sort out all my gear. What a day. There I was, warming myself with tea and bikkies, standing under a castle tower on the lakes edge in this beautifully cured Garden of Eden while it was snowing, knowing it was miracle that I didn't perish but I was in heaven all the same.

Dr Mario Stefano
Kite boarder
Italy-Lake Garda