We get there, I go in taking a couple of stamping magazines to look at while the kids swim (this pool is in our neighborhood)... I thought it was a little chilly, so I was covered in a towel. Sitting beside me was a group of some Mexicans. They were talking and chatting away about who knows what, since I don't speak Spanish, they could've been reciting the phone book and I wouldn't know..
anyways. I am sitting there and see these two small boys and when I say small.. I mean less than 2 years old.. just waddling from over where the kiddie pool is. They are headed to the end of the pool where the stairs are to go into the water.. pretty as you please he steps in and starts walking down the stairs.. I am thinking to myself.. "does this kid know how to swim?" he steps down one step, then two and by the third step he is on his own.. he starts to paddle, but right away I can tell that this kid cannot swim. I toss aside my magazine and towel and run to the pool and in I go to grab him up out of the water. I set him on the side of the pool and his face was the look of shock.. his eyes as big as saucers. I asked him if he was okay.. he started to cry.. yeah! I was happy to hear crying. His mom came right over and then the rest of his family. All very thankful for pulling him out.
I didn't want to go ... and yet I did.. I firmly believe that I was sent there for a reason.. a reason bigger then me. I don't know if his family would've seen him in time. I was already to the water, in the water and bringing him out before they got there, so I don't know.. and am happy that I only have the knowledge that the boy is alright.
I got home and was soaking wet.. Steve had asked me "you decided to get in?" I said.. "well, I had to to save a little boy who was drowning." he told me how proud of me he was for what I did.
ok... back to the day at hand.
thanks for looking ~
have a great airborne day!
God Bless All Our Military.. each and every one of them
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