Cadet: Ms. Kim, did you hear about the boy that drowned on Wednesday?
Me: What? no!
Cadet: That was my cousin.
Me: What? What?
Me: How’s he related.. like, is he on your mom’s side?…
Boy swept out to sea
The U.S. Coast Guard suspended its search Thursday for a 14-year-old boy who was swept out to sea at San Francisco’s Ocean Beach on Wednesday afternoon.
The boy, identified as Marco Cornejo, was swimming with his father and cousin at the beach near Lincoln Way when the group became distressed just before 4 p.m.
A 17-year-old surfer, Tony Barbero, a junior at San Francisco’s St. Ignatius College Preparatory high school, rescued Marco’s father and cousin.
The father was taken to a hospital in critical condition while the cousin was not severely injured.
Fire and U.S. Coast Guard crews have been searching for the 14-year-old since Wednesday afternoon using helicopters and boats.
U.S. Coast Guard Petty Officer 3rd Class Loumania Stewart said after scouring 64 nautical square miles spanning from the Golden Gate to the southern end of Ocean Beach, the search has been suspended as of around 1:40 p.m. Thursday.
Stewart said crews will restart the search if the agency receives any more information.
Today was so tumultuous. The day before Spring break, the kids were having a hard time handling themselves. I had training so I had to leave early. I didn’t get time to properly talk with Cadet. On my way home, I went back to school to call his home to express my condolences. Then midway through the rings, I realized my Spanish sucks. And when I spoke with his mother, her voice was breaking, my heart was breaking, and I’m not sure if the communication was broken too. I’m not sure if I overstepped my boundaries. I’m not sure if she knew that I cared or cared that I called. I wonder if I should have just left it. But I wanted Cadet to know that even if I’m just briefly interacting with each student, that I care for him as a person, and that person includes the family as well. BUT, what if that was just selfish of me, to look like a “caring teacher” when I should have left the family alone to grieve?
I wish I knew what to do. Since I don’t, I pray. Through that, perhaps I can better love.