As 17-year old Torri’ell Norwood drove through St. Petersburg, Florida, the laughter and chatter from the four teenage girls inside her car quickly gave way to screams. As they approached a crossroads, another car T-boned them, sending their car sailing into the yard of a nearby home, coming to a stop only when it crashed into a tree.

As smoke rose from the other car, someone shouted, “It’s about to blow up! Get out!” The impact had caved in Norwood’s driver’s side door. Shaken, but otherwise OK, Norwood crawled (缓慢移动) out through the window. Along with two of her friends, who’d also managed to free themselves, she ran for her life.

But halfway down the street, she realized that her best friend, A’zarria Simmons, wasn’t with them. Norwood ran back to the car and found that Simmons fainted in the back seat and wasn’t moving. She threw open the back door and pulled her friend out. She dragged Simmons a few feet to safety and laid her on the ground. “I checked her pulse.” Nothing. “I put my head against her chest.” No sign of life. “That’s when I started CPR(心肺复苏术).”

Amazingly, Norwood had just earned her CPR certificate the day before. Kneeling on the ground and looking down at her dying friend, Norwood knew she had precious little time to practice what she’d learned. She started pressing Simmons’s chest and breathing into her friend’s mouth in hopes of filling her lungs with the kiss of life. No response. And then, after the 30th compression(挤压), Simmons began coughing and gasping for air. The CPR had worked!

Soon, ambulance crew arrived and rushed Simmons to the hospital. Thanks to Norwood’s quick thinking, Simmons is recovering well. And then she heard how her best friend had saved her life. “I know I wasn’t shocked,” Simmons said. “She will always help any way she can.”

My grandma was the best grandma a girl could have. She never said a bad word about anyone. She always found good in a person.

When I was young, Grandma worked hard all spring and summer to buy a new coat for the winter. She sold eggs, fruit and anything her garden produced to earn enough money. Her old coat had seen better days, and she had repaired it quite a few times. When she finally had enough money saved up, off to town we went. Grandma looked so nice in her new coat, and I was proud of the hard work she did to earn it.

That winter, in the small town where she lived, a family with three small girls lost their house in a fire. They needed clothes, food and household items. Grandma decided to cut up her new coat and make three coats for the little girls. I asked her not to do it, but she kissed away my tears. She told me those girls needed coats much more than she did. Grandma made the dolls, coats, and apron on her old sewing machine.

When they were done, we loaded up the small red truck with the coats, an apron for the mother, blankets, food, and three little dolls. When the family saw what was in the truck, the mother started crying and the girls hugged the dolls.

On Sunday, Grandma wore her old coat to church and she was the nicest grandma there.