Petra Shines On
Rick Reilly
February 17, 2006
Petra Nemcova was
drowning the day after Christmas, 2004. One hundred feet inland. Naked. Hanging
from a roof. Crazy place to drown, on a roof, but there it was. "I was
being sucked down into the water," she says. "Each time, for two or
three minutes. I realized, I'm going now. It's over. This is how I die. I let
it go. I stopped fighting, and it was pure bliss."
She has gone back
many times to Thailand, to the place of her torment, and seen that nothing is
the same. The hotel was rebuilt. She can't find the tree she'd clung to.
"The landscape seems all new." And isn't her landscape all new too? Six
months before that wave hit, Simon made Petra a book of all the things he loved
about her. After he died, she and it were inseparable. Not anymore. She put it
in a safe. "I have to move on," she whispers.
She knows that,
sometimes, letting go is what saves you.