Tuesday, December 4, 2007 - 08:40
I saved my brother's life two years ago. We were at the beach in Nantucket during a family gathering. He went swimming while I set up the blankets for the rest of the family. I got a strange feeling and looked out at the waves. He was far, far out, moving away from the shore in an odd way. Without thinking for another moment, I dropped the beach towels and ran into the surging waves towards him. As I swam closer, I could tell that he was panicking. He was absolutely silent and ghastly pale. Finally I reached him. I saw relief in his eyes. But we were not safe yet.
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