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Monday, June 02, 2003It was a Tuesday afternoon last June, on the kind of day we'd come to Cape Cod for. My husband and I were lying on beach towels, reading in the sun. Our 8-year-old son, Brian, was digging a hole. If he'd been in the water, we would have been watching his every movement. But we never worried about the sand. At some point, our 11-year-old daughter, Rebecca, announced, ''Mom, look at Brian.'' She sounded more as if she were tattling than worried, so it took me a few seconds to respond. When I sat up, I saw my son's legs poking out of the sand. They were blue. I'm a doctor, so I knew that meant he was oxygen starved: four minutes and the brain begins to die. He was on his stomach. Sand seemed to have slid down from the sides of the hole and covered him. I remember screaming: ''Dig! Pull his legs out!'' Finally we got him free. He wasn't breathing. Not to be an alarmist or anything, but collapsing sand holes, though rare, are something to keep in mind when you're playing at the beach this summer. Just expecting the unexpected can make all the difference. posted by Sydney on 6/02/2003 06:34:00 AM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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