David the Olympic diver

One summer Sunday (ca. 1968 A.D.), David attempted a dive in our Uncle John's (Pep) neighbor's in ground pool.  David placed his back to the water and tried a tuck back down into the water, hitting his head on the diving board.  Our conversation just prior to that was why God hadn't taken him (David) already.  I had looked away just before he dove, and after the loud noise of his head colliding into the diving board, I looked over to see him reaching for the water's edge which then followed a greenish liquid into the  pool running over his shoulder (the chlorine in the water made the blood appread green).  Noticing his head was red, I realized then that he had had an unfortunate accident.  I went to tell some elders at Uncle's.

At David's sudden death foretold through Nostradamus, the final ordeal began as a result of this sudden misjudgment.