三年前的一天,奥克兰市阳光灿烂,我和妻子带着两个孩子去当地温泉浴场游泳。我正在买票,一个小伙子跑了进来,上气不接下气。“有个4岁的孩子,”他惊慌失措地说,“他溺水了,要死了!快叫救护车!”我转过身朝泳池跑了过去,那里围了一群人,家长们把吓坏的孩子们都领到了一旁。慌乱的人群中央躺着一个瘫软的小男孩,没有生机,他的爸爸跪在他的头前,发疯般地喊着他的名字,旁边站着个年轻的救生员。孩子的妈妈急得坐立 Three years ago, the city of Auckland was sunny and my wife and I took two children to the local spa for a swim. I was buying tickets, a young man ran in, out of breath. “There’s a 4-year-old,” he said in panic. “He’s drowning, dying! Call the ambulance!” I turned and ran towards the pool, surrounded by a group of people, parents They all brought terrified children aside. There was a limp young boy in the middle of a panicked crowd, with no chance of life. His father knelt before his head and shouted his name madly, standing next to a young lifeguard. The child’s mother anxious to sit