The Deminishing Desire to Help Published: December 28, 2009
I patiently braced myself, pinched between the rock and the current. An occasional surge washed water over my head. Distracted by the din of rushing water, I did not notice them until they had already passed. I prefer to catch their attention early, so as not to alarm them. It was too late for this crew, though, they had seen me first. I can only imagine what they must have thought. Below me, m...