He was so excited about going swimming, and he was just right there, on the step, holding onto the rail.
Then he was just gone.
We pulled him out and he was purple, and not breathing.
It was like a miracle when he started breathing again on his own.
I don’t think I have ever been so scared in my life.
He looked and felt so lifeless when we pulled him out.
I don’t know what to say or do…. other than to thank God for pushing me at just the right moment to do that head count and realize that he wasn’t where I had told him to stay.
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