The Day I Saved A Boy’s Life

His name was Edward, the brother of an ex-girlfriend.

It was mid-summer, a real scorcher of a day. We went, as a whole group, to a park with a small beach along the river.

We set ourselves up on a wooden bench, unpacking a picnic onto the table. Edward was excited about swimming and scoffed down some sandwiches. It wasn’t long before he was off into the water.

The group chatted, watched Edward’s antics in the water, ate, drank soft-drinks, and had ice cream from the nearby shop.

Edward was in and out of the water, topping up on drinks, snacks, ice cream, and sun-tan lotion.

Mid-day came and went, and we reached the mid-afternoon. We had become comfortable on our bench, and complacent of Edward being in the water playing with the other kids.

Then we heard a boy’s cry. “Mummy!”

There he was, fifty metres from the beach, up to his waist in mud. The tide, in a space of minutes, had gone out.

He tried to pull himself free, but his lack of upper-body strength and the mud’s hold meant he was trapped.

He was distraught, crying for help.

The family rushed over, while I stayed back to watch our belongings. I looked on from the bench.

The family, and other by-standers were grouped together. The mother tried to walk out to him, but within a matter of metres she too found it almost impossible to move in the sticky mud, her legs being swallowed up to the knees. She had to retreat to the beach.

There were calls for ladders, or ropes, but there was nothing around. What about the fire brigade?

I looked from Edward, to the mud, to the family.

I can do that, I thought. I’m the only young, fit, strong person here. I’m the only one that can even try.

Calmly, I rolled up my jeans as far as they would go. That calm, I remember now, was eery. As though, I had found enlightenment.

I walked from the bench to the group. “Someone needs to watch the stuff,” I said. Without another word to anyone, I waded out into the mud.

The mud was light, a soupy mass that hungrily ate whatever applied pressure on it. The further I went, the deeper each leg went in.

By the time I was six, or seven, metres from Edward, I was up to my knees with each step. I spoke some calm words of encouragement.

I never felt like the mud was too much. If it had been, I would have stopped. But, for how hard it was, I knew I was stronger than the mud. I told Edward, as I made the final part of distance to him, what the plan was. We would do it together.

I reached him and in a smooth movement, I stepped forward, grabbed him under the armpits and hauled him out like I was lifting a sack of potatoes. I finished the move by throwing him onto the mud.

The move now meant that I was personally up to my thighs in the mud.

The mud wanted me.

But, Edward wasn’t saved yet. I hauled my right leg out and took a step forward, pulled out my left leg – that was encased in the mud, like a plaster caste.

I was able to move again.

I made the distance to Edward, grabbed a hand and dragged and half threw him forward as I waded back to the beach. We repeated this until we made it back.

We reached the beach, both covered in this thick, grey-brown mud. Edward looked at me as though I was Superman.

And that’s how I saved a boy’s life. And I know I would do it again.

There are moments in life where sometimes your intuition will tell you what you are capable of. And there are situations where a few of us get a calling, a push of inertia, that says:


KG Heath is a digital health professional, author, and lifestyle blogger. You can get his debut novel here.


It’s Not Your Turn Is It

Seth Godin’s article is a wake up call. You don’t have to believe what you hear. 

If you’re moving forward and moving fast, you’ve no doubt heard it:

People who look like you aren’t qualified to do this work.

Your resume is thin.

You don’t know the right people.

You’re too young to take this one on.

Read the whole article.

Chain Reaction – Building Momentum, Opportunity, and Growth


Image by Greg Rakozy.

I was driving to a meeting, with some time to spare, and stopped at a Starbucks. It was quiet, with one of the baristas sat at a table talking to a manager. Unknown to me, I was about to set off a chain of events.

I ordered a filter coffee — mostly because I’m not a fan of the bitterness of Starbucks’ coffee, but it’s also a hell of a lot cheaper — and the barista happily took my order.

“I’ll just have to brew some, so it’ll be about five minutes,” she said.

“No problem,” I said, and put my card into the reader and sorted payment.

Absent-mindedly, I watched as she loaded up the coffee machine and set it to brew. The barista came back, tapped away at the till and asked if I would like a receipt.

I then noticed the coffee machine had started to brew coffee, but that there was no container beneath the spout. “Do you not have a jug under there?” I asked.

The barista looked around calmly and then said: “Oh no!” She scrambled to get the container under the spout and grabbed wipes to mop up the side. Me and the two baristas laughed at what had happened. The coffee had covered some of the counter and started to fall onto the floor.

I moved to the bar and waited for my drink to be made, while the first barista mopped the floor. I had the first cup out of the machine, and just as I was about to walk away from the bar, a younger barista carrying bottles of milk slipped on the wet floor, landing on her knees.

She wasn’t badly hurt, but her pride obviously had been as she gave that embarrassed / surprised cry you do when you have had a shock fall that hasn’t all that badly injured you.

As there wasn’t need for too much assistance, and they had all started laughing at it all — the barista who fell was the daughter of one of the other baristas — I made my escape.

I got in my car and began to continue my journey, sipping on that filter coffee. And then it dawned on me, her fall had all been instigated by me walking into that Starbucks and ordering that drink.

I had started the chain reaction that led up to her falling, hurting her knees, leaving her knees — probably — with some scrapes, and her knees aching for the rest of the week. Without trying, I had an impact on how a week, or so, of her life would be experienced.

The Paths We Choose

We walk through life making decisions, almost without knowing it. Some decisions we are conscious of, others we do automatically, habitually.

Opportunities to grow yourself, your career, or your relationships, do not happen — in the most part — by chance. You need to see development in these areas as a set of chain reactions.

Making a conscious decision to step up in what ever area of your life you want to improve will have a dramatic impact on what opportunities come your way.

The simplest example I can give is the Job Hunt. Taking the time to hone your CV / Resume, applying accurately and skilfully for work, and keeping your options open within your career, will vastly increase the number of recruiters doing the searching for you, the employers you network with, the lessons you learn from interviews that could have gone better, and, eventually, the job offers you will get at the same time.

Something For Nothing

Taking a step onto the stairs of life, and continuing to advance with dedication, will make the world work for you.

To get things coming to you for zero, or little effort, you must first have skin in the game. Sweat, invest, make mistakes, fail, help others along the way, make small advances, and start getting noticed — and the world will start doing you a favour, or two, because you began to try.

I recently listened to a Tim Ferriss podcast with Casey Neistat, a very famous vlogger, and this led to me spending far too much time watching his daily vlogs (he carries a camera around all day with him and records and analyses his life).

He has well known mail unboxing sessions where he opens all of the fan and promotional mail from companies hoping to have their gift opened and seen by Casey’s audience. He tears these parcels apart, throws things he isn’t overly impressed with — sometimes the ones he likes too — using a lethal looking flick knife as a letter opener.

He gets a ton of freebies, even though it is clear he could afford to buy most of these gifts. They might be cameras, drones, gadgets, expensive electronics. Lucky Casey, huh? So why did Casey start getting handouts from the world?

Because he stepped up and does something you aren’t doing. He creates content that makes people happy, he’s worked hard to grow an audience that other companies want to leverage, he provides value that makes people want to send something he might like.

He worked for it, and now people (the world) want to do him a favour.

Thermo-nuclear Chain Reactions

When an atom bomb goes off, electrons from one atom smash into two more, which smash into four more, which smash into eight more, which smash into sixteen more…

Chain reactions in life aren’t just about doing good. They can also wreak havoc in your life and in other people’s.

Maybe you remortgaged your home, and it seemed like a good idea at the time, but that chain reaction of events could lead to you not being able to afford the repayments on your home, and could leave you on the streets.

An innocent night out on the town could lead to you getting too drunk, getting into a fight, hitting someone just a little too hard, causing them to haemorrhage and die (I attended the funeral of someone this happened to), and you find yourself in jail for manslaughter.

Be cautious of the events you might start, because you can either set yourself on a course for good, or a ride that could hinder, or end your life.


We are concentrating on the chain reactions that you can start for yourself. You have the power to get the world to work for you, by building the momentum for change and growth, to open yourself to the opportunities that are out there, or that you can create.

And soon, the world will begin to do some favours for you.

How? When you approach that moment where you know you should do something (applying for that job, going for a run) and you feel lazy, scared, nervous – jump in, or as Dan Peña would say:

“Just fucking do it.”

Have fun out there everyone. Let me know what chain reactions you have started in the comments below. Don’t forget to register for your free copy of the Becoming the Positive Pragmatist book.