I’ve never had that true feeling between life and death, that strong desire to live. The thing happened to me at the age of six was a permanent memory.
It was a Sunday in spring. Flowers were full in blossom and grass turned green, giving out sweet smell. Several kids were playing together by the lake, including me. When tired, we congregated and sat around. Cool as we felt, we hadn’t realized the potential danger.
Suddenly, a little boy fell into the lake while others were playing “hide-and –seek”. As I was the nearest one to him, I heard his cry first. Hurrying up to the lake side, I saw his horrified expression. He waved his arms desperately. To rescue him from drowning, I made an utterly foolish decision—trying to pull him out by holding his hands tightly.
Anyway, you can guess what happened next. Yes, I fell into water, too. What was worse, due to my unawareness of swimming, I soon floated to the center—the deepest section of the lake. To gain others’ attention, I shrieked for help but nobody answered. “Is this doomed to happen? Am I going to die?” I pondered. With deep despair and totally worn out, I gave up struggling. Just a minute later, I fell into an unconscious state.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself still alive！ My parents surrounded me with tears in their eyes. Seeing me alive, they couldn’t help crying again. I asked how I survived and was told that a worked saw two kids drowning, and he jumped into the water and rescued both of us. But he just left after confirming that we were safe without leaving his name to anyone.
After hearing mother’s explanation, I really wanted to express my deep sense of gratitude to the worker for his bravery and willing to help others without expectations of getting any repayment. If he hadn’t given a hand at that urgent time, I won’t be able to stand in front of you now. I really hope that one day; I’ll be able to make contributions to someone, just as he did.
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