Remember baby Jessica? While playing with some other children, she dropped 22 feet into a well at her aunt’s house in Midland, Texas, and got stuck. That was back in 1987. Jessica was a mere 18 months old at the time.
I woke at 4-something this morning thinking about her.
I don’t know.
One second my mind is digging carrots in my neighbor’s garden. The next second it is jamming a stick through the spokes of some kid’s bicycle wheel as he rides past.
So I got up this morning and poked around the web a bit looking for baby Jessica. I even found a baby Jessica rescue webpage with a timeline and about a gazillion related links.
For those of you unfamiliar, the baby Jessica story is all about the dramatic rescue following her dropping into the well. For the next two-and-a-half days rescue crews, including mining experts, tunneled horizontally through rock to reach the little girl. Throughout the rescue, Jessica could be heard crying, humming, and singing through a microphone that had been dropped down the well.
Hang on baby Jessica, we are coming to get you!
I spent a few minutes reading through some of the stories about her rescue. It boiled into a worldwide news phenomenon. How is it that dozens might die someplace and get little notice, but the baby Jessica story went big?
Actually, I know how. It was my wife’s fault. People like her, I mean. She always held her heart out for children and animals. She was transfixed by the story.
I even feel a little better for rescuing Jessica a second time this morning.
Posted is a recent picture of Jessica I found on the web.