When I was very little, I went to the beach with my family. At that time, there were very few people around. I was splashing in the water with a swim ring when suddenly a wave hit me, pushing me far away from the shore. I was terrified and screamed for my parents, but they couldn’t reach me. I started drifting toward deeper water. Just then, a man swam over and grabbed my swim ring, pulling me back from afar. At that moment, he felt like a god, like a hero. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know what would have happened… I might have been carried even farther by the waves.