Most of those forwarded e-mails that go around are lame... but I thought this one was pretty great, and it got me thinking about something.
Take a look at this sequence of photos:
You might be suspicious -- I was -- if this really happened. It's real. The dog's name is Bibi.
What it triggered for me (besides "awwwwww") was this: A rescue is a powerful story, no matter the setting.
Did you ever pull off a rescue? Or have you ever been rescued yourself?
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Story moment: Rescue
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It was 1975 and had just spent a weekend with my parents in Cleveland before returning to my air force base in Columbus, Ohio. There was a huge and unexpected snow storm that blanketed the region with about 10" of snow. One had to stay in the tracks of the car ahead of them so they didn't get stuck in the snow. Of course my eyes wandered off the tire tracks for a brief moment and down in the median I went, my red capri spinning wildly all the way down. There were no cell phones back then and I thought I was doomed..I was going to freeze to death before I could be rescued. Imagine my surprise when a group of Hells Angels came rumbling down the highway and all of them stopped to get off their bikes to push my car back up onto the road! They were extremely kind to have helped me and I have never forgotten that act of kindness!
I just love the fact that the guy stripped down to his undies before getting in the water!
Tommy, does rescuing yourself from a physically and abusive relationship to an alcoholic and cocaine addict count? My ex-husband was also an adulter whose girlfriend at the time was three month pregnant when I left him for the final time.
There were many times after my son and I left his father that I wondered if I would make it on my own. It was touch and go for a while there, but we did survive and thrive together. There were times when I had to roll change to pay for his daycare and I often had less than $5.00 left to my name after each payday. My son is the reason why I am the person I am today. Without him, I would have never gone to college or worked as many hours as I possibly could to provide him with the necessities he needed growing up.
Now my son is almost 29 years old and I have been married to a saint of a man for over 21 years. Sometimes it takes walking through the proverbial fires of hell and coming out laughing on the other side to make you realize how far you've come and what you can accomplish when you have no other choice.
An almost rescue. 20 to 25 years ago, I was a young man working in the HVAC industry. My lead person and I were working at a church on what used to be 521 but is now Old Pineville Road or something like that. There was a group of brick masons working there that day also. We were inside what would be the new sanctuary when we heard the brick masons on top of the tall walls start yelling and pointing. We ran outside to see a gas tanker truck overturned in the ditch in front of the church. My lead person and I ran down there with a couple of the masons. The driver of the truck was pinned in with his leg caught between the steering wheel and the center console. He was hanging upside down and screaming at us to get him away from there. The gas was dripping out of the tanker and smelling strong. We pulled and pulled on that steering wheel and couldn't move it. One of the masons drove their big forklift down there and we were going to try to us it to move the steering wheel until their supervisor yelled to get the gas powered forklift away from the gas fumes. About that time, the first responders showed up and told us to get away. We went back up the hill to the church and watched for a while until we were told to leave the area before the truck blew up. We did and the truck never blew up. We went home and watched the news that evening just to see the local news guys interviewing the hero bystanders that tried to help the driver. It wasn't us and wasn't the masons. That "hero" wasn't there when we tried to get that driver out.
Well, my wife, Audrey, and I were rescued. Here's here telling of it: http://vimeo.com/12445961
Scott
It was July, 1996, and I was working at a small liquor store In Ellicottville, NY, while the owner was vacationing in India. My two youngest daughters, ages 7 & 11, were watching TV in the storeroom. Suddenly, my youngest choked on a piece of hard candy - she could not speak but was standing & flailing her arms. I tried the Heimlich but was unable to dislodge the candy. While I dialed 911, I sent my other daughter out to the street to find anyone to help. Two couples were just exiting the restuarant next door. One of the men immediately entered the liquor store, performed the Heimlich and successfully dislodged the candy while the 911 operator stayed on the line until I was able to confirm that my daughter was breathing and OK. The man who saved my daughter's life quietly slipped out of the store after the rescue and I was never able to thank him!
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