The couple continued to make their way
towards us and suddenly began to look around in
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curiosity. I could tell they could hear the little boy’s
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cries for help now. They began to walk with more
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urgency now, searching for the sounds of help. He
and the woman he was with began running towards
me. For some reason though, this man seemed
familiar.
As the couple reached my feet, I was
instantly able to recognize the man. However, the
last time I had seen him, he was a child, much like
the one in my arms now. He was the only child ever
to get stuck in my arms. There had been a frantic
rush to get him away from me as people in a red
truck and big tall ladder came. They had set the big
piece of metal against my body and retrieved the
man from my arms.
“Little boy,” the man yelled, “calm down. I
will help you get out of that there, okay!”
The man was much heavier than the little
boy. I could feel my arms buckling under his could
feel my arms buckling under his weight as he made
his climb towards the little boy. He went higher and
higher, making it more and more difficult to hold
his weight. The further he climbed, the weaker my
arms were. The arms I have higher up on my body
are weaker, younger, and less developed. I was very
thankful that the woman stood idly at the bottom.
It would have been difficult for my arms to hold all of their weight, especially if they were to stand
on the same arm. After climbing 4 or 5 of my arms, the man stopped climbing. I could feel him
getting into position near the little boy. “Okay, buddy. What I want you to do is grab my arm okay?
And then I will slowly help you onto this branch, okay?” The man yelled.
“Okay, I can do that,” the little boy yelled.
The little boy began to move and shift his weight off my arm. He slid his feet off first and
then held on to my arms. “It’s okay, buddy. '