It started off as the perfect beach day.
Lulu Gribbin, then 15, was enjoying a mother-daughter trip to Florida in June 2024 with her twin sister and four of her friends. While their moms grabbed lunch, the girls were swimming in the beautiful jade-green waters at Seacrest Beach, diving for sand dollars and splashing in waves that only reached their waists.
Then Lulu heard her best friend let out a scream that would change her life forever.
“Shark!”
It was nothing like the movies. Lulu didn’t see an ominous fin slicing through the water or glimpse spiky teeth. She didn’t even get a chance to swim away after hearing her friend’s warning.
Instead, Lulu followed an instinct she felt to raise her left arm into the sunlight. What she saw shocked her: “There was no hand there—just flesh and bone,” she remembers. “I didn’t ever feel its teeth in me.”
Another swimmer scooped Lulu up. Then she blacked out. When she regained consciousness, she was lying on the sand, surrounded by a group of strangers who were trying to stop the bleeding. Her twin sister, Ellie, held her head up and her eyes open to keep her awake.
Everyone tried to block Lulu from the sight of her mangled right leg, which the shark had all but destroyed, but it was too late. Through the crowd, she could spot the pink polish on her toes. “Strawberry Margarita” was the color, she remembers: “A staple for a good summer day.”
It was the last time she’d ever see her right foot, though Lulu didn’t know it yet. She also couldn’t anticipate that her body was in the process of losing two-thirds of its blood supply—or that her terrifying ordeal was only just beginning.
It began as the perfect beach day.
Lulu Gribbin was 15. It was June 2024. Lulu was on a mother-daughter trip to Florida with her twin sister and four of her friends. The moms were eating lunch. The girls were swimming in the ocean. They stayed in water that only reached their waists.
Then Lulu heard her best friend scream. It would change her life forever.
“Shark!”
It was nothing like the movies. Lulu didn’t see a fin or spiky teeth. She didn’t have a chance to swim away.
Instead, Lulu felt a need to raise her left arm. When she did, she was shocked. “There was no hand there—just flesh and bone,” she remembers. “I didn’t ever feel its teeth in me.”
Another swimmer scooped Lulu up. Then she blacked out. When she woke up, she was lying on the sand. A group of strangers surrounded her. They were trying to stop the bleeding. Her twin sister, Ellie, tried to keep her awake.
Everyone tried to block Lulu from seeing her mangled right leg. The shark had all but destroyed it. But through the crowd, she spotted the pink polish on her toes. “Strawberry Margarita” was the color, she remembers: “A staple for a good summer day.”
It was the last time she’d ever see her right foot. But Lulu didn’t know that yet. She also didn’t know that her body was losing lots of blood. It would end up losing two-thirds. And she didn’t know that her terrifying ordeal was just beginning.