The professional diver describes the moment he lost his hand in the shark's first attack

Like anyone who grew up in Australia reported about 20 shark attacks a year, he says this was the moment every diver had long feared.

But my instincts acted immediately. Everyone knows that when attacked by a shark you should punch your eyes. But and this option was denied after my right arm had been held by his teeth along with my leg.

The bull shark has more teeth than any other species. Although they are only 1.5cm long, the bull shark has 50 rows of such teeth and a total of 350, so what does not meet their size compensates with needle sharpness.

I tried to counterattack with my left hand, but she started shaking like a rag doll.
Legend has it that the white shark is the worst in the depths, but nothing is more aggressive than the attack of a bull shark.

His bite's pain was terrible. I started drowning in the bloody water, and the 350-pound beast was taking me down.
I began to think that this was death and I would never understand why he let me go. Maybe she tasted my meat and didn't like it. But for unknown reasons, he freed the grip of his jaws and dived into the ground to seek a better prey.

As I advanced to the surface I saw my blood coming out of the water... how many other sharks would be drawn to the smell of blood?

But that's where I was found by some military divers who were training at Kuttalbul base in Sydney Bay. I tried to keep my arm cut out of the water as I advanced toward the lifeboat.

I saw the horror in the eyes of my friends as they lifted me up, so like the soldiers, I said something like a joke.

I survived after one of the soldiers held his hand on my leg to close the main broken artery until the doctors handed me over.
After several operations later, I woke up with one arm and one leg short.

Since that February 2009, I have had plenty of time to reflect on what happened and understand why I became the target of every diver's nightmare.

Part of the reason was that I was standing on my back in the water and had rubber shovels on my feet on which I swim.

If I didn't have shark shovels, he wouldn't know I wasn't his favorite fish, dolphins, or any other shark.

But I'm beating the shovels in the water, it looks like I called him to bite.

Although I had watched films that had scared me early from sharks I had become a Navy diver, a spectator in mine-clearing.

During my recovery I read more about sharks, the creature that changed my life, and I began to understand how we humans are changing their lives.

I continue to live and have no longer lost limbs since the attack on Sydney Bay.

I was hoping that sharks are living as well as I am, but unfortunately, the human race is killing them rapidly.

I don't want people to take a bath in the water, but the idea of killing creatures to make the coast safe is a selfish excuse.

Shark attacks are rare and they're part of the magic of the oceans, and we people should remember that you're invited to their home.