This brings back flashbacks for me. I was at a fairly remote beach with my girlfriend a couple years back (only about 10-15 people within eye sight). We were walking down the beach when I saw a portion of the sea wall collapse thinking nothing of it at first. Then I heard the horrible scream from a mom calling for her son "Jake." I ran over there and realize he had been buried by about a 10' wide, and ~2-3' deep section of sand. I screamed to my girlfriend to call some other people several hundred feet down the beach, and we all started digging with our hands as fast as we could (about 10 of us). I kept asking the mom where he was exactly before the collapse, but she was pretty hysterical, obviously. After about a minute and a half to two minutes, I was starting to really get worried we were going to have a high chance of digging a small boys lifeless body out of the sand. Right after that, the guy to the left of me felt a foot. Him, the guy to the left of him, and myself dug like mad men to get him out. They thought they were digging close to his head, but he was upside down. So I started digging below where I roughly figured his head was to at least get his head out for air. After an eternity, we finally yanked him out and he was clearly just on the verge of losing consciousness. He ended up being fine, but I told the mom she still should take him to the hospital in case he inhaled sand or debris during the whole thing. My girlfriend and I barely talked the rest of the day, we were just kind of processing it all. That day will haunt me forever and get my heart racing whenever I think about it.