Whenever I had nothing to do, a familiar depression would climb on my back. I'd been this way for months. So I went to my friend for 1, who lived on the top of a steep hill.
My friend wasn't in. The fog was rolling in. So I was 2 outside her house waiting. Suddenly I saw a 3 dashing out of the house next door. Holding up his 4 hand, the man approached me, crying. "Help! Finger. Cut." I dialed 911 immediately. While waiting for the 5, I noticed he hadn't taken his cut finger and asked, "Where is it?" Frozen for a while, he said with 6, "Maybe upstairs." Hurrying into the house I began to 7 the finger. In the kitchen a table saw lay on the floor. I lifted up each foot and looked underneath to ensure I wouldn't 8on it. Having searched carefully, I 9it lying beside the table saw. I grabbed a paper towel, placed it over the finger and picked it up cautiously. After getting outside, I 10 the man, "Hang tight! The ambulance is on its way. "
Eventually the ambulance arrived. I handed the finger to the nurse and they 11 away. Suddenly I felt 12 helping someone in need, even if pushing three buttons on a 13 was all I did. I would keep on doing it.
Then one day after the finger 14, I realised I had completely forgotten to be 15 as I'd been busy playing the role of local hero. I wished I could see him again to thank him, because when he lost his finger, he saved my life.
