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ouple sadly lost their lives while on vacation in Florida with their six children, after being caught in a rip current.
Brian Warter, 51, and Erica Wishart, 48, were swimming with two of their teenage children on Hutchinson Island on June 20 when they got caught in the dangerous current.
The teenagers managed to make it to safety, but their parents were unable to escape the strong ocean waves.
The Martin County Sheriff’s Office shared details about the tragic event. The statement said that the teenagers tried hard to save their parents but couldn’t fight the powerful current. Emergency services arrived quickly and started rescue efforts. Sadly, even after being taken to a nearby hospital, Brian and Erica were pronounced dead by the doctors.
Phillyburbs.com reported that the water conditions were very dangerous that Tuesday afternoon. Red flags were flying at the beach to warn swimmers about the risky rip tides, according to Cory Pippen from Martin County Fire Rescue. These flags are meant to alert people about dangerous water conditions like strong rip currents.
Larry Warter, Brian’s father, told CBS 12 News that Brian and Erica had been together for over a year and were engaged to be married. Erica was a mother of four, and Brian had two children. The couple planned to wait until all their kids finished college before getting married. Their trip to Stuart, Florida, was a big event for them.
“They were so excited about this trip,” Larry Warter said. “It was their first time taking all six kids on vacation together. They had been planning it for over a month.”
Brian Warter’s parents shared their deep love for the couple. Larry Warter said, “You could clearly see the love between Brian and Erica if you were around them.” Susie Warter, Brian’s mother, mentioned that everyone who knew the couple loved them, and there was great excitement about their future together.
The Warter family has received a lot of support from their community. “We’ve been overwhelmed by the offers of help and support. We thought we were going through this alone, but we haven’t been,” Larry Warter said.
On a fundraising page, Wayne Sallurday paid a heartfelt tribute to Erica. “Erica was an amazing person. She was a loving mother to her two sons and two daughters, with her youngest son being adopted at a young age,” the post stated.
“Erica worked at an elementary school teaching special needs children and later in the school library. She also spent a lot of time helping at her local church. We could go on and on, but you get the picture. She was one of the nicest people you could ever meet.”
The GoFundMe page created in their memory has raised over $60,000, showing the community’s generous response to the tragedy.
The National Weather Service provides important advice about rip currents on its website. It points out that while rip currents won’t pull swimmers underwater, they can quickly tire them out. Staying calm is very important.
“Trying to swim directly against a rip current will just use up your energy, which you need to survive and escape the current. Don’t swim straight to the shore. Instead, swim along the shore until you’re out of the current’s pull. Once you’re free, swim at an angle away from the current toward the shore,” the website advises. It also suggests never swimming alone and following the rule, “If in doubt, don’t go out!”
This tragic event highlights the dangers of rip currents and the need to follow safety warnings when swimming.
MY LATE GRANDMA’S NEIGHBOR ACCUSED ME OF HIDING “HER SHARE OF THE WILL” — WHEN SHE REFUSED TO LEAVE, I GAVE HER A REALITY CHECK.
The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, cast harsh shadows on the woman standing on my porch, her face a mask of indignation. Mrs. Gable, Grandma’s “entitled neighbor,” as she so lovingly referred to her, was a force of nature, and not a particularly pleasant one.
“How long am I supposed to wait for my share of the will?!” she demanded, her voice a grating rasp that could curdle milk. “My grandkids are coming over, and I want them to take their part of the inheritance before they leave!”
I blinked, trying to process the sheer audacity of her statement. “Mrs. Gable,” I said, my voice calm despite the rising tide of annoyance, “Grandma’s will… it doesn’t mention you.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed into slits. “Nonsense! We were like family! She wouldn’t leave me out.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but everything in the house now belongs to me.”
I offered a small concession. “I’ve packed some boxes for donation. You’re welcome to look through them, see if there’s anything you want.”
“Donation boxes?!” she shrieked. “Your grandma was like family to us! We had to be mentioned in the will. Give it to me! I have to see for myself.”
“I can’t do that,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “The will is a legal document.”
She planted her feet, a stubborn look on her face. “Then I’m not leaving. I’ll just stand here until you give me what’s mine.” She proceeded to stand directly in front of my porch, peering into my windows and muttering under her breath.
I sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to give this woman a reality check, a gentle but firm reminder that she wasn’t entitled to anything.
I went inside, grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper, and returned to the porch. Mrs. Gable watched me, her eyes filled with suspicion.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice laced with distrust.
“I’m writing you a bill,” I said, my voice deliberately casual.
“A bill? For what?”
“For services rendered,” I said, scribbling on the paper. “Let’s see… ‘Consultation regarding inheritance, one hour… $100.'”
Mrs. Gable’s face turned a shade of purple I didn’t think possible. “Are you serious?!”
“Perfectly,” I said, adding another line. “‘Unauthorized surveillance of private property, one hour… $50.'”
“That’s outrageous!” she sputtered.
“And,” I continued, adding a final line, “‘Emotional distress caused by unwarranted demands, one hour… $150.'” I handed her the paper. “That’ll be $300, Mrs. Gable.”
She snatched the paper from my hand, her eyes scanning the ludicrous list. “You can’t do this!”
“Actually, I can,” I said, a smile playing on my lips. “And if you don’t pay, I’ll have to add late fees.”
She crumpled the paper in her fist, her face a mask of fury. “You’re just like your grandma!” she hissed. “Entitled and selfish!”
“Perhaps,” I said, “but I’m also practical. And I value my peace of mind.”
She glared at me for a moment, then turned and stomped off the porch, muttering about lawyers and lawsuits. I watched her go, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
Later that day, as I sorted through Grandma’s belongings, I found a small, velvet-lined box tucked away in a drawer. Inside was a handwritten note, addressed to me.
“My dearest grandchild,” it read, “I know Mrs. Gable can be… persistent. Remember, you owe no one anything. Your happiness is your own. And sometimes, a little bit of absurdity is the best way to deal with entitlement.”
I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Grandma had known exactly what to do. And she had left me the perfect tool to handle it. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to deal with entitled people is to meet their absurdity with your own. And a little bit of humor never hurts.
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