I
looked away for a second, and that was all it took. Then Derek was
face down in the pool. I froze. Luckily, Mark was there to pull him
out, and bring him back to life. I almost lost my boy.
We
were at Mark's house for dinner. Me, Philip and Derek. I was
mad--forced into making dinner for someone I hate because of a favor he
did for us. It was the least that I could do, Philip said. I wasn't
thrilled about it.
Then
after dinner, while Philip went next door to get something, and Derek
swam in the pool, Mark and I got into a heated argument. I don't even
know what it was about anymore. It all seems so silly now. The
argument continued until Philip returned, and then I realized that I
didn't hear Derek anymore. I turned, and to my horror, Derek was no
longer swimming.
I
screamed, and then Mark jumped into the pool, and with Philip's help,
pulled Derek out. He wasn't breathing. Mark gave him CPR, and I never
prayed so hard in my life. By the grace of God, Derek was saved. The
man that I hated saved his life, and in turn, saved my life. I will
never forget it.
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