I may need a “sharks” category for the blog at some point. Just talked to my sister Megan. She sounded in good spirits and surrounded by friends. She has a hard road of recovery ahead of her — the @$*&%$ fish apparently severed her quadriceps and calf muscles. But if there was a single word I would use to describe my sister, ever since she was little, it would be “resilient.” She is one tough, kick-ass woman, and I have no doubt that she will come through this better than fine. I’m also damned proud of how she handled herself out on the water, but I have always been damned proud of my siblings. Of course, Megan is out ahead in terms of — as Jia put it in earlier comments — legend-making among the Halavais at this point. I was trying to think of a way to get more hardcore than fighting off a Great White. Megan suggested I could arrange to be attacked by a pack of pit bulls. That might do it, but perhaps my most “extreme” days are behind me.
Update: There is a link here to a news conference with Megan and our mom, Mary.
As an aside, it’s amazing how many of these stories get the name wrong. The one linked in the update spells the name right once and wrong once. This one is my favorite, though, since it not only gets the name wrong, it gives a pronunciation guide — also wrong. “Real journalists” get the news wrong all the time, but you would think they would at least check the name.