I’ve always known that I’m very quick with my hands. If someone throws something, I catch it almost before I’m aware it has been thrown. When I was young, I had no idea how useful this skill would become.
Last week, I was going to visit a friend with her newborn and was on my way to a toy store to buy a gift. I’d once lived in the neighbourhood and I decided to head back to my old cupcake shop for a coffee. Sitting alone at a table outside with my drink, I was approached by an older man, who in a calm and very matter-of-fact way told me to call 911, because there was a baby on a fire escape.
I jumped up to see where the baby was. I was so surprised to see it, wearing a little onesie (连体衣) and lying on the fire escape railings (栏杆) between the second and third storeys. I was nervous, so the baby boy became my only priority.
As I was on the phone to the emergency services, I made eye contact with the child, keeping him calm, telling him to stay there. Some people were going up the stairs to find the parents, who were apparently sleeping through the whole drama.
I just wanted the child to feel safe. I hoped he’d stay there until somebody could rescue him. Apparently he had slipped through pieces of cardboard placed next to an air-conditioning unit in the window, and without bars to protect him he’d crawled (爬) out and up the fire escape towards the next storey. He was only 16 months old. For him to even climb up and balance in that position was incredible.
Then he slipped. Instinctively (本能), he grabbed on the railing as he fell, hanging by his arms. I knew he couldn’t hold on, 25 feet above the street, for long. I sensed people had gathered behind, but my attention was purely focused on my intention to catch the baby.
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I made sure I was positioned to catch him.
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It was May 2018, and my partner, Gabe Rosescu, and I were taking a road trip in his little car from my home in Weyburn, Saskatchewan, to visit friends in Nelson, British Columbia. It was our first trip together after six months of dating, meaning it would be an adventure on so many levels.
At around 5: 30 p. m., we were driving along the Crowsnest Highway, a steep winding road that splits through the southern Canadian Rockies. I was texting my mother when I happened to look up in time to see an enormous tree in front of us on the highway —standing straight up!It was being pushed along by mud that was swallowing everything in its path.
Within seconds, our car was rolling 900 feet down the cliffside.
I don’t know how long we were unconscious, but I woke up to the sound of Gab e moaning. He was slumped over the steering wheel and his blood was everywhere.
The car had landed on a small rock amid trees that had come down with the slide. On one side of us was the mountain. On the other, a steep drop of about 3,000 feet into a river.
I tried opening my door and was overcome by sharp chest pain. I’d later learn that I’d suffered a broken breastbone. In addition, my left ankle had been crushed and my foot was practically turned sideways. Gab e had broken his cheek bones, as well as his orbital (眼眶) bones, leaving him blind in his left eye.
With the passenger and driver’s side doors crushed shut, and my window impassable, the only way out was through the driver’s side window. Neither of us remember doing it, but somehow we both managed to crawl out of that wreckage. We sat on a log and considered our options.
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We had no phone signal, and the highway was 900 feet above us.
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Fortunately, four passersby happened to spot our car the next morning.
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Rescue in a Bottle
Curtis Whitson had rafted down the Arroyo Seco, a river in central California, several times before.
This year, Curtis Whitson knew the water-fall was coming. He figured he would get out of his raft into the shallow water, get down the rocks along ropes on either side of the falls, and continue on his way, as he had on a previous trip.
But this year was different. Heavy snow and spring rains had turned the usually manageable falls into something fierce. And this year, instead of his friends, Whitson’s companions were his girlfriend, Krystal Ramirez and his 13-year-old son, Hunter. As the three of them approached the falls late in, the afternoon of the third day of their camping trip, Whitson could tell from the increasing roar of water in the narrowing canyon (峡谷) that they were in serious trouble. There was no way they’d be able to get down the rocks as planned.
“The water was just roaring through there with tremendous force,” recalls Whitson.
They had no smart phone service, and they hadn’t seen a single person in the past three days. And Whitson knew that they’d be sharing the ground there with rattle snakes and mountain lions.
As he was thinking what to do, Whitson hit on a bit of luck — he heard voices coming from the other side of the falls. He yelled, but the sound of the rushing water drowned him out.
“We have to get these people a message,” Whitson thought.
He grabbed a stick and pulled out his pocketknife to carve “Help” in it. Then he tied a rope to it so the people would know it wasn’t just any stick. He tried throwing it over the falls, but it floated away in the wrong direction.
“We’ve got to do something!” Whitson yelled to his son. “Have we got anything else?”
Then he spotted his water bottle. Whitson grabbed it and carved “Help!” on it. Ramirez also reminded him that he had a pen and paper in his backpack.
Whitson knew it was a slim hope. But he wrote “6-15 19:00 We are stuck here@ the waterfall. Get help please” and pushed the note into the bottle. This time, his throw over the waterfall was perfect.
“All right, that’s all we can do,” Whitson told Hunter.
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It took 30 minutes to get back upstream to the beach where they’d had lunch.
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The next morning, the helicopter returned.
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Ken Scott kicked off the covers and leapt out of bed at his home in the Rocky Mountain town of Mullan, Idaho. He’d just heard on the radio that the nearby Silver Mountain Resort had been blessed with nearly a foot and a half of new snow. As an experienced ski addict, he didn’t want to miss this big golden opportunity. These conditions are what skiers live for.
When Scott reached Silver Mountain’s locker room, he came across his friend Paul, a former ski instructor who had also been a regular on these slopes for more than two decades. Both of them were exhilarated. Before setting off, it was Paul’s routine to check his phone tightly fixed inside his parka (风 雪外套). For the next hour the pair skied on various runs under a lightly dull sky, making fresh tracks. They were both in a playful mood, laughing as they tackled the steep runs.
Almost immediately, the snow beneath their feet gave way. In a millisecond, Paul realized what was happening. “Avalanche! (雪崩)” he yelled to Scott, who was not far behind. Scott responded. The sudden snow slide caused fear in his voice. “This is happening!” Instantly, both were hit by a mass of snow that would hit and carry them some 500 feet down the mountain. Scott felt it surrounding and enclosing him, moving quickly up his back and over his shoulders, then heavy against his neck. Snow filled the space in front of him and piled up around the whole of him. Paul, too, was swept downhill.
They remembered the avalanche survival lessons they had learned. Keep your head up. Try to swim. Stay on top of the snow. But the snow was too powerful and they felt themselves rolling like a load of clothes in a washing machine. When Scott finally came to rest, he was lying on his left side and completely buried, skis and poles still attached.
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Paul was luckier, ending up partially buried and probably surviving.
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Recalling the terrible experience, Scott thanked his friend and the rescue team.
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The small school that I went to had a tradition during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colors) was awarded to the student who had maintained the highest grades for eight years. The scholarship jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket.
I had been a straight A student since the first grade and had looked forward very much to owning that jacket. My father was a farm laborer who couldn't earn enough money to feed eight children. I was given to my grandparents to raise, There would never be a school sports jacket for us. This scholarship jacket was my only chance.
One day in May, I happened to overhear in the office Mr, Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher arguing out me, “I refuse to do it! I don't care who her father is, her grades don't even begin to compare to Martha's, I won't lie or falsify records, Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it. ” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. Mr. Boone's voice sounded calm and quiet.
Look. Joann's father is not only on the Board, he owns the only store in town: “we could say it was a close tie and ---.”
The pounding in my ears drowned out the rest of the words. Shaking, I waited a few minutes and walked away. After school I went home very sad and cried into my pillow that night.
The next day when the principal校长)called me into his office I knew what it would be about. He looked uncomfortable and unhappy. “Martha”, he said. “There's been a change in rule this year about the scholarship jacket. This year the Board has decided to charge fifteen dollars, which still won't cover the complete cost of the jacket. So if you are unable to pay the fifteen dollars for the jacket it will be given to the next one in line. ”
Standing with all the dignity(尊严)I could find, I said, “I'll speak to my grandfather about it, sir, and let you know tomorrow. ” I cried on the walk home from the bus stop. So by the time I got home, my eyes were red and puffy.
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I found my grandpa in the bean field. .
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It was a very sad and withdrawn girl who dragged into the principal s office the next day.
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I am very delighted to enter my ideal school. For most freshmen, August is the month for military training, which serves as a good chance to get familiar with new classmates and adapt to campus life.
Our school’s training took place from Aug 23 to 29. One of the challenges was to make a blackboard presentation in the new classroom. When I found out that I was in charge of this project, I had butterflies in my stomach. After all, this was the first activity in our school life.
“Would other top students alienate (疏远) me? Could I manage to both complete this project and rehearse for the closing concert? What if my classmates wouldn’t follow instructions under my leadership? I was thinking of these tricky questions by myself.
The project began on Aug 24. The group of blackboard presentation was composed of four girls. The three other girls in the group were flexible. We gave up our lunch break hour and returned to the dormitory later at night so as to work longer on the project. One girl questioned my design, saying that we should abridge (删减) the text and leave more space for pictures. The disagreements between us upset me from time to time, but whenever there was a conflict, I tried to stay calm, decide whether to take her suggestions and then make adjustments accordingly. Gradually, I found her to be a person of strong opinion and organizational capabilities. Sometimes I was absent for a rehearsal, and I felt relieved to leave the project in her care. Other classmates turned out to be amazingly warm-hearted. Every day, five or six students came to ask me if they could help out with the decorations. Then came the big day.
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Two hours before our presentation, we were in need of paper flowers.
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Eventually, the school leaders announced the result of the competition.
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I wouldn’t have achieved any success in writing without my grandma and my husband’s encouragement.
The summer I turned 11 I spent two weeks with my grandparents. There were no other kids in the neighborhood. I was afraid I would die of boredom. I missed my friends back in my hometown, missed riding my bike everywhere. I even missed my brother and sister.
One afternoon Grandma was in the kitchen. “When’s Grandpa coming home?” I asked. Maybe he’d take us for a ride out.
“He’s out of town for a meeting and won’t be home till tomorrow.” She opened the door and the heat came out.
“I'm bored,” I said. “There’s nothing to do here.”
“Oh, there’s plenty to do,” she said. “You just have to use your imagination.”
Oh, I had an imagination all right. At night I’d call to Grandma from the guest room, terrified that I heard a noise in the closet or saw a face at the window. “There’s no one here but us,” Grandma would say, rubbing my back until I fell asleep.
It’s too bad that imagination deserted me in the daytime. “I can’t think of anything,” I said.
“How about a little trip?” she asked.
We walked along the brick sidewalks. We crossed the street. I saw the movie theater. My heart began to race. I loved movies! But, no, Grandma walked right past the theater. “Here we are,” she said, stopping in front of a store. “I thought you might like to go to Switzerland.”
“But this is a bookstore,” I said. Had the heat gone to Grandma’s head?
She pushed open the glass door, nodded to the sales clerk and walked to the children’s section. Her fingers danced along the covers of the books until they came to a thick volume bound in brown cloth. She pulled it off the shelf and handed it to me.
“Here you go. It’s one ticket to the snowcovered Alps, Switzerland.”
I looked at the title. “Heidi?” I’d never heard of it. “Is it any good?”
“There’s only one way to find out. It’s about a girl who goes to stay with her grandfather like you!”
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Back at the apartment Grandma lay down for a nap.
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Twenty years ago my husband said,
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