One-year old Heather Trent was at the beach with her family. She and her mother were collecting seashells while her father sat under the umbrella. It was a pleasant day, and the waves were perfect for surfing. But one of those surfers would not live to catch another wave.
The lifeguard on duty was a bit bored. It had been a slow day, and he couldn't wait until his shift was over. Suddenly, something flashed in the water. He jerked his head toward it. There it was again, the tell-tale fin of a shark. He blew on his whistle and yelled the alarm.
Heather's mother, Vanessa, looked up sharply as she heard the yell. "Shark!" she grabbed Heather and ran a good distance from the shoreline. One surfer was not out of the water quick enough. He turned to paddle to shore, but the fin was only a few feet away. As if in slow motion, the shark jumped out of the water and snatched the man right off of his surfboard. Vanessa could hear her husband yelling that they had to go, but she could only think of Heather. My poor baby must be traumatized. But as she looked down at her daughter, what she saw made her blood run cold.
She was staring out at where the shark had been with a look of complete awe.