Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37470851-20190116222851/@comment-25808351-20190117011117

As the body washes up, I immediately feel my heart race to help this poor soul a drift at sea. Calling repeatedly and even violently shaking the beached man, I realized he isn’t breathing. That’s when my husband recognizes the young man’s face, and then so do I. My husband falls to his knees, trembling and tears streaming down his cheeks as he assumes the worst.

“It’s my boy. HE’S MY SON!” My husband cries. Not ready to assume the worst, I work quickly. Turning the young man over, I preform CPR. After five agonizing minutes of work, the young man coughs, spitting up water. Slither out of the way, I give my husband plenty of time to reunite with his lost son.