I was on a field trip with my fifth grade class hiking Mount Mansfield. It was a warm day, but the mountain hadn’t quite thawed from winter yet. I took a misstep onto an icy patch and as I was about to slip off the edge of the rocky cliff over the 50 ft drop into the trees below I grabbed my classmate Leslie’s arm and she pulled me back. Don’t remember anything else about her, other than she and I weren’t even friends, but she was closest to me as I was about to fall.
Moral of the story: Reach out for help when you really need it, even if you’re reaching to someone you don’t know.
(Mom, I might never have mentioned this to you. For good reason.)