In 2003, years after the Titanic film was released to the public, actor Bill Paxton opened up about how he went on a submersible ride to experience everything firsthand as well.
The interview was ahead of the documentary Ghosts of the Abyss release. The documentary showed director James Cameron discussing his inspiration for the film and taking several people, which included Paxton, on unscripted dives to the Titanic’s site.
“Each dive, I had to kind of look myself in the mirror and go ‘OK, are you ready for this?’” Paxton said in the 2003 interview. “It’s one of those things where Jim [Cameron] asked me in passing to go and…the opportunity of a lifetime. I jumped at it,” the actor explained.
“But then you start thinking about physically what’s going to be required of you to get into a three-man, deep-sea Russian submersible for a 13-hour dive,” he shared. “To go down two and a half miles to a place where the sun has never penetrated. And you’re starting to think ‘OK, I’ve got young kids. I need to get them to an age where they can support themselves before I do something this crazy.’”
“Jim is an infectious guy. And also, God, who wouldn’t go on this adventure?”
He even went on to even talk about how comfortable the inside of the submersible he dived in was. He said it was “relatively comfortable,” before noting that “certainly there are things that can go wrong.”
“If they do go wrong, it’s not going to matter anyway. And it’s going to happen so quickly that you’re not even gonna know it happened, probably,” he noted. “These are the thoughts you have going in.”
He even explained how to him, “the price of admission” seemed “kind of low” given the “great experience” you got in return.
“You approach the bow, and then you rise up over it. And you’re looking down on the ship, and you are a ghost of the abyss. And the images stay with you. The images, they really have an effect,” he said before he talked about the “personal story” attached to the sunken ship.
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“I think all of us at some time in our dreams or even our waking moments have pictured ourselves: What would it have been like to be on that deck? Knowing that the lifeboats had gone away. What were you gonna do? Contemplating your own fate. It’s this ultimate parable of, how would you measure up?” he questioned, calling the Titanic “a perfect tragedy.”
“You think about the people on the water. You think about the people on the boats looking back and seeing the stern of that ship come up out of the water like a city rising up out of the sea,” the actor said. “You think about the people in the water. I swam in the water out there, which was a very disconcerting experience because you think there’s that much ocean underneath you.”
It was clear that the actor knew of all the risks before going into the experience. As for the five men aboard the submersible that dominated headlines in the last week, the U.S. Coast Guard announced that they discovered “presumed human remains.”
My Wife Disappeared 15 Years Ago After Going Out to Buy Diapers – I Saw Her Last Week and She Said, ‘You Have to Forgive Me’
Fifteen years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our newborn son and left to buy diapers. But she never returned. Last week, I saw her alive and well in a supermarket. What happened next was something I’ll never forget.
I had spent the past 15 years searching for closure, raising my son Noah, and trying to make sense of Lisa’s disappearance. But nothing prepared me for the moment I saw her again.
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At first, I thought I was dreaming. But after observing for a few minutes, I knew it was her. She was older and looked different, but her gestures were still the same.
Before I share what happened next, let me take you back to when she suddenly disappeared.
It’s hard to describe what it feels like to lose someone without an explanation. One moment, they’re part of your life, and the next, they’re just gone.
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Fifteen years ago, Lisa kissed our newborn son, Noah, on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and told me she was heading out to buy diapers. She didn’t take her phone. She didn’t leave a note. She just vanished.
At first, I thought maybe something she got into an accident. I drove toward the supermarket and looked for her on my way. I even checked the dark alleys, but no sign of her.
When I couldn’t find anything, I called the police.
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I was hopeful when they began their investigation, but those feelings were replaced by sadness when the police told me there were no leads.
Her phone was off, and her bank accounts were untouched.
Eventually, the police stopped investigating, concluding she might have run away or met with some tragic fate.
They even suggested I move on, but how could I?
Lisa wasn’t just my wife. She was my best friend. I couldn’t reconcile the loving woman I knew with someone who would abandon her family.
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As a result, I cycled through every possibility. Maybe she was in trouble and couldn’t come back. Maybe she had run off with someone else.
But none of it made sense.
For years, I lived in a fog of anger and grief. I’d stay up at night, wondering where she was and why she left. Did she think I wasn’t good enough? Did she think Noah and I weren’t worth staying for?
On bad nights, I convinced myself she had died, and on worse nights, I hated her for leaving.
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But life doesn’t stop because you’re heartbroken, does it?
Back then, Noah needed me, and I had to pull myself together for his sake. It was difficult, but with my mother’s support, I learned how to change diapers and feed my baby. I even found the right way to make him burp.
As he grew up, I became a pro at packing lunches and was always there to help with homework. I became a father and a mother to him, balancing a full-time job with the demands of raising a child.
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Now, Noah is 15, tall, and lanky with a crooked grin that reminds me so much of Lisa. He’s the light of my life and the reason I keep going, even on days when I miss Lisa the most.
There were times when I imagined her walking back through the door, apologizing to me for being so late. It took me years to accept that my wife was never coming back. She was either dead or gone forever.
But that all changed when I saw her in the supermarket last week.
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I was in the frozen food aisle, deciding between two brands of waffles, when I saw her. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.
The woman scanning a bag of frozen peas down the aisle looked exactly like Lisa. But that was impossible… wasn’t it?
I froze, staring at her like I’d just seen a ghost.
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Her hair was shorter, and a few strands of gray framed her face, but it was her. The way she stood and tilted her head to read the label was so familiar.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening.
Could it really be Lisa?
I doubted myself at first. Maybe I wanted to see her so badly that my mind was playing cruel tricks on me.
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So, I pushed my cart further down the aisle to get a closer look. That’s when she turned slightly and I saw her face fully.
It was her, and there was no mistaking it now.
I quickly abandoned my cart and walked toward her. I stood behind her and took a deep breath.
“Lisa?” I called out her name for the first time in years.
She paused for a moment and then turned around. At first, she just stared at me. Then, as recognition set in, her eyes widened in shock.
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“Bryan?” she whispered.
I couldn’t believe it was her.
After all these years, she was alive, standing right in front of me as if she’d never left. My mind raced with questions as I looked at her from head to toe.
“Lisa, what’s going on?” I finally managed to speak. “Why are you here? Where have you been all this time?”
Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she hesitated. She glanced around the aisle, clearly nervous.
“Bryan… I can explain,” she began. “But first, you have to forgive me.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Forgive her? For disappearing without a trace? For leaving me to raise our son alone?
“Forgive you?” I repeated. “Lisa, do you even realize what you’re asking? Do you know what these last 15 years have been like for me? For Noah?”
She looked down at the floor, avoiding my gaze. “I know. I know I hurt you both. But please, let me explain.”
“Explain,” I said sharply. “Now.”
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She took a deep breath and looked around nervously. “Not here,” she said softly, gesturing toward the front of the store. “Follow me.”
She led me to the parking lot, where a sleek black SUV was parked. It looked expensive, a far cry from the modest life we once shared.
Once we reached her car, she turned to face me, her eyes glistening with tears.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she began. “I… I just couldn’t handle it.”
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“Handle what?” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “Being a mother? Being a wife? Living the life we built together?”
“It wasn’t you, Bryan,” she cried. “It was me. I was scared. Scared of being a mother, of living paycheck to paycheck, of never giving Noah the life he deserved. I felt like I was drowning.”
“So, you thought the best solution was to abandon us?” I asked, my voice rising. “Do you have any idea what you put us through?”
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.
“I know, and I hate myself for it. I thought I was doing the right thing. I told myself I’d come back when I had something to give.”
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“Where were you all these years?” I asked.
“I went to Europe,” she replied, unable to meet my gaze. “My parents helped me get away. They didn’t tell you because they thought you were holding me back. They never approved of our marriage. They didn’t like you.”
That’s when I started connecting the dots. Her parents barely helped me look after Noah after she left. They didn’t even keep in touch for long.
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“I changed my name, went back to school, and built a career,” she continued, her voice shaking. “I’m a business consultant now, and I returned to this town because I wanted to see you and Noah. I had no idea I’d bump into you at the supermarket. I—”
“You wanted to see us?” I repeated. “Really, Lisa? You think you can fix everything by returning to our lives?”
“I have the money Noah needs to live a fulfilled life, Bryan. I’ve got enough to give him everything he deserves.”
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I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe Lisa thought she could just waltz back into our lives with a bag of cash and a guilty conscience.
“You thought your money would fix everything?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t think it would fix everything, but I had to try. Please, Bryan. At least let me see Noah.”
“No,” I said firmly, stepping back. “You don’t get to disrupt his life after 15 years. You don’t get to rewrite the past because you finally decided to grow a conscience.”
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Her tears fell freely now, but I didn’t care. All I could think about were the nights I stayed up with a crying baby, the years I struggled to make ends meet, and the countless times Noah asked why his mother wasn’t there.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Well, I do,” I said, my voice cold. “Noah and I have moved on. We don’t need you anymore, Lisa.”
Without another word, I turned and walked away.
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She kept begging me to stop, but I was done. I couldn’t let her enter our lives and destroy everything.
Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done if you were in my place?
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