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.”
After I requested my neighbors to refrain from parking in my designated spot, they retaliated by wrapping my car in tape. I chose not to overlook their childish response.
Gregory’s life took an unexpected turn when he got into a fight with Jack, his new neighbor, about a parking space. Gregory came up with a cunning scheme for retaliation after finding his car covered with tape one morning. This strategy led to a sequence of unexpected events and a spectacular showdown that caught the neighborhood’s attention.
Gregory Watson is my name, and I’m in my early 50s. This is the neighborhood I’ve lived in for more than 20 years. Since my wife Margaret passed away from cancer eight years ago, it has just been my grandson Harry and myself.
During the holidays, my scholarship-winning pupil Harry comes to visit, but other than that, I’m content to be alone.
The quiet was disturbed when Jack and his son Drew, who looked to be in his early 20s, moved in next door. I felt something was wrong with Jack from the beginning; his arrogance bothered me. But as he started to park in my assigned area, things got heated.
The first time it happened, I tried to be friendly and said, “Hey, Jack.” “I have that place all to myself. It is rather visibly marked.
Jack gave a sly little shrug. “I didn’t see your name on it,” he curtly retorted.
I initially ignored it, thinking it was an isolated incident. But it kept happening time and time again. I requested him to move each time, but he ignored me.
Because I use a cane and have chronic leg pain, I require a parking space close to my door.
My patience was exhausted during our most recent meeting. I was furious when I knocked on his door.
“Jack, please move your automobile right now. I am unable to park further away since walking that distance hurts too much.
After rolling his eyes, he finally shifted his automobile. That wasn’t the solution I thought it would be.
I woke up the next morning to a nightmare: all of the tape was wrapped around my automobile. It covered every square inch. I said, “Are you kidding me?!?” in shock. Who acts in that way?
I knew from away that Jack and his son Drew were trying to scare me into submitting. I captured multiple pictures as proof.
I laboriously sliced through the tape layers all morning. Despite how frustrating it was, I wouldn’t let them win.
I gave my young friend Noah, who lived nearby, a call later that day. “I need your assistance.”
After losing their parents in an automobile accident a few years prior, Noah and his brother Kris were now living with their grandmother, Kelly. She was horrified to hear about my predicament and offered her grandchildren’s help.
“Mr. Watson, what do you need us to do?” With worried eyes, Noah enquired.
I smiled as my strategy came together. “Jack will learn a lesson from us that he won’t soon forget.”
I took a cab to work and stopped at a few stores to pick up some things, such wind chimes, plastic flamingos, and biodegradable glitter bombs. I imagined Jack and Drew’s reactions when they realized what I had in store for them.
Kris, Noah, and I got to work that night. Initially, we evenly dispersed the biodegradable glitter around Jack’s front yard, making sure it sank into every crevice. Even if it’s harmless, cleaning it up would be a hassle.
I added, trying not to chuckle, “Noah, make sure to sprinkle some over by the flower beds.”
With a broad smile, Noah said, “Got it, Mr. Watson,” tossing another handful of glitter into the shrubbery.
Then we planted plastic pink flamingos across his yard in a spot where Jack would notice them as soon as he opened his door. His well-manicured lawn was suddenly covered with a vivid sea of flamingos.
Kris chuckled when arranging the final flamingo. “This will be incredible. He won’t be aware of what hit him.
Satisfied with our job, I nodded. Sweet, huh? Simply watch for his attempt to get rid of these.
In the end, we covered his house with inexpensive, loud wind chimes. A wind gust started as we were finishing, making a symphony of clanging noises that would no doubt annoy him. I felt like I had luck on my side.
Kris commented, “Perfect timing,” as she watched the chimes swing in the wind. “He’s going to go insane.”
We put in a lot of overtime to make sure everything was perfect. After we were done, I stood back and appreciated our creation.
I gave them a back pat and said, “Okay, boys.” “Let’s evaluate Jack’s tolerance for a taste of his own medicine.”
We laughed quietly together and went back to our houses.
I got up early the following morning, curious to see Jack’s response. It wasn’t very long. I could definitely hear a door banging at around seven in the morning.
“How in the hell?” I could hear Jack’s voice in my backyard. I laughed so hard that I had to glance out my window.
“Dad, what happened?” Drew questioned, running out into the front yard as he heard his dad yell.
With a look of amazement on his face, Jack stood on his porch. The flamingos stood like sentinels, the wind chimes made a cacophonous noise, and his yard was a dazzling mass of glitter. He looked around, as if he didn’t know where to start.
I gave in to the temptation of going outside and acting naive. Jack, good morning. Good morning, young man. You have quite the mess there.
Jack glared at me. “Did you carry out this task?”
I gave a shrug. “I have no idea what you’re discussing. Perhaps you ought to think about showing your neighbors greater consideration.
Before he could reply, his door was knocked on. Thanks to my phone call, two police officers stood there looking serious.
“Mr. Jack Patterson?” asked one of them.
“Yes, that is me,” Jack answered, his annoyance giving way to confusion.
The officer went on, “We need to talk to you about some recent incidents.” “We’ve received complaints about you vandalizing a vehicle and parking in a designated spot.”
Jack’s expression turned pale. “Depraved? I didn’t—
The policeman showed pictures as proof. “We have surveillance footage as well as proof that you and your son taped Mr. Watson’s car.”
Jack stammered, “But what about my yard, though? Take a look at this.
The policeman gave a headshake. We’re here to discuss vandalism and parking. We have to take you to the station. And you as well, young man.
I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction flood over me as they dragged Jack and Drew away. There was justice being done.
I was ecstatic. Nobody dared to park there again after I took up the free spot. Noah, Kris, and Kelly came over to celebrate later that day.
Kelly gave me a strong hug. Greg, I’m so relieved that’s finished. None of that trouble was worth it for you.
“No, I didn’t,” I answered, grinning at the children. “Now that you’re all here, I can park in peace,”
Noah grinned. “Mr. Watson, anytime. We’ve got you covered.
“Yes, and we’ll be ready if he ever tries anything again,” Kris continued.
We laughed together and enjoyed each other’s company for the remainder of the evening. With Jack, the nightmare was finished, and I felt peace come back into my life.
I was grateful to have such great neighbors as I watched Noah and Kris joke about.
Harry went home for the holidays a few weeks later. The warmth of family and friends flooded the house. There was Kelly, Kris, and Noah, and we all crowded around the fireplace.
Harry had a quizzical expression on his face as he glanced about. “So, what’s this big story that I keep hearing tidbits of?”
I laughed and patted the chair next to me. Harry, please have a seat. You’ll adore this, I promise.
We took turns telling the story, adding details and giggling over the recollections.
With a gleam in her eye, Kelly offered her analysis, while Kris imitated Jack’s disbelieving look at seeing the flamingos. Noah gave a lively explanation of the glitter bomb scheme.
With his eyes expanding with every turn, Harry listened closely. “Not at all! Grandpa, you actually did that?
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, we definitely did. You ought to have seen his expression when the police arrived.
Harry started laughing. That is quite clever! I wish I could have witnessed it in person.
Kris replied, reclined in his chair, “You would have loved it.” “It resembled something from a motion picture.”
Noah added, “Yes, I have heard they had to pay a hefty fine and left the neighborhood for good.”
“Much better,” Kelly continued. “So, Greg, we can all live in peace now?”
With a pleasant smile, I nodded. We continued to tell stories throughout the evening, reflecting on the past and making plans for the future. There was laughter and love in the house, the type that only close friends and family can give.
In the end, it was more than simply getting back my parking space and educating Jack and Drew. What really mattered was the relationships we had and the experiences we produced together.
In case you enjoyed this story, here’s another one you might find interesting: My seemingly perfect life fell apart in ways I could never have imagined when a strange woman showed up on my doorstep carrying a baby. I had no idea that this encounter would set off a series of events that would reveal secrets, destroy confidence, and completely alter my perception of the world.
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