The water was cold, I took a deep breath and jumped into the river. I could hear the cries and howls of that little boy, he was crying for help. I swam breathlessly. The waves were pushing me back and I had to put extra energy to take a leap. I struggled to reach the boy. He was unconscious by then and was just about to stop his struggle. I holded him in my arms and blew some air into his mouth and then dragged him over the water to bring him to the shore. I laid him over his stomach and he puked out the galloped water. I could revive him. And I was feeling so joyful that I had saved a life.