“Help!” I could just imagine those words over and over through my head as I turned to see two little arms waving in the water.
It was a hot sunny afternoon in late July. I was going to my country club to swim with my dad, mom and brother. We were having a blast going down the huge slide. My brother and I were playing who could find the most rigs under water when I saw two little five year hands pacing up and down like title waves in an ocean.
There, with my own eyes, I saw a boy swimming in the water, and then he must have had some trouble because he was under water the next thing I saw. Were you’re young all you can think about it panicking, and that’s what the boy did,
Tee lifeguards were not paying attention at the time. The boy’s mother was somewhere else other than watching her child.
I yelled to my mom who was sitting on her lawn chair watching every move we made like a eagle souring in the sky searching for food. I said “Mom, look there is a kid drowning in the water!” My mom quickly threw her magazine and panicked weather to believe me or not. My mom turned her head and did in face she a boy drowning.
My mom, fully clothed, sprinted to the water and save the boy’s life. She paddled her way to the stairs with the boy, hunched over on her shoulder, tried to suck in every breath of air he could. Te boys mother was informed and the innocent and quickly ran over to see her son in full out tears. Still no sign of any lifeguards. My mom was so disappointed. It’s a lifeguard’s duty to save lives, not stranger who are busy watching their own kids.
Later that afternoon my mom went up to the manager and told her what happened. That night every single lifeguard got fired that was on the job.
That night, while I lay in bed, I realized how scared that little boy must of felt. If my mom had not save that boy’s life, it could have been his last time to do anything. My mom was a hero that day. I believe that helping strangers can make you a hero. It doesn’t matter if you know the person or not. It counts that you at least tired.
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