Pain
At a cookout in a posh neighborhood in L.A., I heard a woman scream from next door. Her toddler had fallen into the deep end of their pool. I ran across the lawn and dove in after the child; unfortunately I took off too early and caught the lip of the pool, removing all of the skin from my wrists, chest and knees.

When I pulled the kid out from the deep end, he was unconscious and not breathing. I held him upside down and was astonished at the quantity of water that gushed out. I then performed CPR and after about 30 seconds, he came around coughing up more water. As the paramedics arrived, the mother and her two daughters were hugging me and laughing and crying. That horrible tension was gone and there was massive relief. The paramedic then sprayed my scrapes with Atom Bomb or some similar, painful disinfectant. Tears welled up.

But I wasn't the goat.
(Lister, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 3:53, Reply)