So, I have a very interesting story...
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Thread Topic: So, I have a very interesting story...
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The Basic Version: I saved a little boy from drowning yesterday.
The Full Version: My boyfriend and I went to the park, where there is a river. Thankfully, today, the river's current was non-existant. My boyfriend, Adam, is distraced, trying to catch this fish.
(His mom had dropped us off, then ran to do some errands, by the way.)
Anyways, while I was waiting for him to give up his very, um, unrealistic dream, I watched a very defiant boy, maybe near the age of 5, go against his mothers' orders by going farther than she can reach him. She kept telling him to come back, come back, she can't swim. The boy lost his footing and slipped into the water.
By the way: scariest thing I have ever seen.
A Mexican man in a white shirt (who wears a white shirt when your going to be in water?) swam out very quickly to help him. The mom just stood there, one hand on her hip, yelling about how he's going to drown, how she can't even swim, and for someone to help him.
Keep in mind these facts- One: I cannot swim. Two: There was a huge family there, but no one moved.
To I dropped the stick I was holding and, without thinking otherwise, I ran in after the boy and the man, who was looking ready to just drop. Once I got out there, I realized that I had made a mistake. It was deep-really deep. I couldn't touch the bottom.
I told the man to give the boy to me, and he did, which made it very hard to swim the boy to shore. While I had the little boy (Okay, enough of the boy stuff, let's call him Oliver.), I kept going under. Luckily I had enough strength to keep the boy above water, but I seriously almost drowned.
By now, Adam is completely freaking out and trying to help by pulling Oliver out of the water.
Thank God for Adam, seriously.
Adam gave Oliver to a man and delivered him back to his very angry, but worried mother.
And it's so funny, too! She gives me the evil eye, saying thanks in a really immature way.
So I say, "Ma'am, with all due respect, I don't know you, but this is not a swimming pool. Plus, I think you shouldn't let your kids in here when you can't swim. You should work on your parenting."
She just huffs her breathe, grabs Oliver (who is holding onto my leg), and Oliver won't let go!
I eventually coaxed him off my leg, and me and Adam left the scene.
I need to work on my mouths' words.
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