Then, he took off running at me (Imagine the front lines of two football teams) and then he leapt into the air trying to jump over me to escape. I, the lone shepherd stood my ground, sort of. He hit me high on my chest and I grabbed onto his wooly body with all I could. Backwards I rolled, a good 360 backwards somersault, 200-pound shepherd and 125 pounds of really angry lamb rolling over each other in the mud and manure,

Before the scream for help I was already on the move. The look of terror in her eyes is something that has stuck with me since 1975. She was beginning to go under and knew she needed salvation.

Without any sight, he would come out from the locker room, carefully navigate down to the other end of the pool and stand by the diving board. Sight unseen, he would climb up on the one-meter board and slowly, using his feet and sense of balance feel his way out to the end of the diving board.