Saved From the Waters

          I want to tell you a story. A story about how God saved my brother Arrow's life. Well, when we lived in New York we would go quite often to camp to swim. The rule was ''don't go to the end of the dock without a life jacket''. One day we were fishing with our friends the Wilmers and Arrow was splashing a little fishing pole into the water without a line on it.
And he didn't have a life jacket on.
All of the sudden, Noah heard a splash to his right. And he thought Arrow had caught a big fish. He turned around to congragulate him -- but he was gone! 
''Daaady, Daaaaaady,'' called Noah and our friend Kiersten.

But our dad was talking and he didn't hear us. Noah and Kiersten ran up the hill shouting and screaming!

With one look dad understood what happened. He was in his nice clothes but that didn't matter then. He came running down the hill, jumped off the end of the dock, grabbed Arrow, and put him on a campchair wrapped in a towel.

He sat there as if nothing had happened, but I know something happened that day. What? A miracle!

P.S Arrow was much younger when that happened. He was about 2 years old.