Prologue
“Hang on!” My friend shouted. “I’m trying!” I replied. We were caught in what seemed to be a terrible storm. “Not much longer!” He shouted. “I can’t! I’m slipping!” I shouted back at him. “Please! Try to hold on!” The winds were gusting much harder now, and I could barely hear him. “I can’t!” I told him, then in a whisper added, “I’m sorry.” and let go of his hand…