He was prowling the river path when he heard the screams. A group of young hockey players had ignored the thin ice warning signs. Their pleas were frantic as their teammate struggled in the frigid water. An ominous crack sounded under George’s feet as he inched forward. Desperately, he grabbed the outreached hand. With a heroic effort, he propelled the boy across the ice and closer to the shore and safety. As dark water closed over his own eyes, George’s last thought was of Mother. She had always said to him he was worthless. The world didn’t need him for anything.
By S. Webb