When my son was 2, we were at Yellowstone Park, at the edge of the Snake River. We were throwing rocks in and picked up a heavy rock as big as his head and heaved it over his head, and fell in with it. The current sucked him under instantly. He had a bright red wool sweater on, and I dove in and kept looking for the sweater. I found him, and thankfully got in a place where the current wasn't too swift and stood up, water up to my neck, and held him over my head. Thankfully I was only about 5 feet from the shore, and heaved him as hard as I could to the edge, where some bystanders caught him before he slid back in.
I had a little trouble getting out of the current, but I made it. That was the most energy draining 10 minutes I can remember. My son is 24 and married with a little boy. He doesn't remember much of it, but he remembers that sweater.
As a parent, I have always felt extremely fortunate that that event didn't turn deadly.
As a teenager, I was learning to rescue drowning people at a local swimming pool, this meant somebody had to pretend to be drowning, and I had to rescue. As it turned out, somebody had to jump in and actually rescue the 'drowning' person from being accidentally strangled by me in my rescue attempt ...
hi my name is rick jason hammond i saved a guy from falling off a very high shelf whear you put furnature like levits furnature he fell his belt stoped him from falling i pulled him up and brought him down.
My wife was choking on a piece of steak at Old Country Buffet. She could not even talk and was just sitting there not breathing. I got up did the heimlick and she coughed out the steak. Then we sat down and finished our dinner. Weirdest thing was the place was filled all around us and no one even noticed.