that's life (Australia)
phone in the darkness, but it was nowhere to be found.
‘Don’t worry, Mum,
I’m going to get help,’ George calmly said.
Then he used shrubs to climb up the cliff’s side and took off down the road.
Before I’d even had a chance to ask if he knew where to go, he was gone.
Though I was worried, I knew George was a sensible soul.
He’d always been a stickler for the rules and had a great sense of direction, so I knew he’d remain incredibly focused.
‘You stay here and talk to Mummy,’ I said to Emelia.
When there was no response, I realised she’d vanished too.
What if she slips or wanders off to the middle of nowhere? I panicked.
Unlike her big brother, Emelia was easily distracted and would have no idea where to go.
Thankfully, after some more digging, I found my phone behind my seat and called for help.
As I tried to explain my location to the operator, though, poor reception caused the call to drop out. When I nally got back through, the car had lled with the smell of petrol
– and it was getting stronger by the second.
A single mum, I didn’t know who’d look after the kids if I died. Removing the headrest, I thought I could use it to smash one of the windows, but the branches pressing up against the glass were so thick, there was no way I’d be able to break through.
Thankfully, the operator told me help was on the way.
Around an hour later, I heard a car. It was George with a lady who worked at the local visitor information centre.
Incredibly, my brave boy had walked almost two kilometres barefoot back to the booth we’d passed on our way to the forest.
‘Your daughter was found near the local church,’ she told me.
I was so relieved.
Just then, I heard the sound of another car stopping. This time, it was three volunteer re ghters.
I’m going to be okay,
I thought, gratefully.
Using a cloth to help open up the back window more, the reys were able to disconnect the booster seat so I could t through.
Then, using the shrubs to pull myself out, I was free.
I was desperate to see my kids, who were now both at the visitor centre, so one of the volunteers kindly offered to take me to them.
When I arrived,
Emelia was happily scof ng down chocolate, while George was upset because he’d lost his hat.
‘You’re so brave,’ I told him. ‘Don’t ever do that again, Mummy,’ Emelia scolded me later that night.
Though I never imagined I’d be rescued by my
ve-year-old, I’m so proud of his actions that day.
He’s my hero! ●
Incredibly, George had walked almost two kilometres