ALL HIS LOVE FOR CHRISTMAS

She shook her head at them. They had stopped. They would not move. The whining and barking were incessant. What in the world was going on? Why was it taking so long? As she walked towards the three, an uneasy feeling came over her. She drew closer to the edge of the road. Dr. Harper True, knew something or someone was down below. She could only pray that whoever or whatever was alive. As she slid down the embankment, her worse fears were coming true. It was not something. It was someone. The vehicle was upside down. She raced back to the truck with the three in her arms. Harper placed them inside, safe and warm. She tore the cell from the charger and dialed 911. Time was of the essence. She could not wait at the top knowing someone was down there and may be all alone. She ran as fast as she could and slid down the side of the hill until she rested at the bottom.


She approached the vehicle and prayed,
"Lord, please let them be alive." Harper knelt down. There he was. She could tell he was bleeding from side of his head due to the crash. She had no idea what other injuries he may have suffered. The driver's side window was no
more. The severity of the roll had busted the glass. Harper leaned in.


"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" He thought to himself, what do you mean am I okay? Can you hear me? What happened? Where was he? And then he remembered, he had lost control. Dr. Crispin Steele had overcompensated for the snow and road. It had become treacherous before he realized the impact of the weather. He opened his eyes to the soothing voice. He knew that this was bad. He could tell by the look on her face. He could not feel his legs. There was only one thing to say "please don't leave me."


Harper could hear her professor repeat over and over "The definition of rescue is to save (someone) from a dangerous or distressing situation."
Little did Crispin or Harper know that this would begin "the story of rescue ... the story of love ... the story of FURever."