The early evening air was cool and mild as Ted Wilson walked along the almost-deserted beach . He wanted to be completly alone to think about his problems. Since he jad lost his job, his life seemed to be full of problems.
Walking to the far end of the beach, Ted was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the dark clouds which had gethered overhead. When the first heavy drops of rain began to fall, he looked up in surprise and hurried back towards his car.
The soft dry sand of the beach slowed him down, so he started running on the hard sand at the water's eadge. Before he had gone fifty meters, though, he suddenly felt himself sinking into the sand. Within seconds, he had sunk in up to his waist. He realized to his horror that he had stepped into quicksand. When he tried to move, the sand pulled him deeper - and the tide was comming in! The water soon covered his chest, and continued to rise. "Help!" he shouted desperatly. "Help! I'm going drown!"
Steave McDonald was lookingfor shells at the other end of the beach when he heard Ted's cries. By the time Steave reached him, the water was up toTed's chin and he was in real danger. Steave grabbed his arms, pulled him out of the qiuicksand and helped him to safety. Ted was so relived to have escaped that he couldn't say a ward. He shook Steave's hand, agin and agin, in silent thanks.
After what had happened, Ted realised that losing a job wasn't the worst thing that could happen to someone. He was glad to be alive, and felt sure that everything would be all right in the end.