A Tiny Sound Can Lead To A Big Rescue
I tend to notice very tiny sounds that most other people miss. It is mostly annoying since I can get distracted by the oven turning off in another room. But it came in handy one time.
I am out camping with my girlfriend and a couple of friends when I notice that something is off. I perk my head, shush everyone else chatting around the campfire, and listen intently.
Girlfriend: “What is it?”
Me: “I hear something.”
Friend #1: “What? A bird?”
Me: “Um… A voice in the wind?”
Friend #2: *Snickers* “A voice in the wind? What have I told you about accepting strange rings from old men?”
Me: *Giggles* “Yeah, but… it sounds like crying. Like a sobbing child?”
Everyone listens, but only I hear it.
Friend #1: “It could be a fox? They sound like crying children sometimes.”
Me: “No… No, I can’t tell you why, but… it sounds like a child? Look, I have to check it out. You know how I am.”
Girlfriend: “Of course! I’ll come with you.”
We head off in the direction I think it’s coming from. My girlfriend starts to hear it after a couple of hundred meters. She runs back to tell the others. We all head off in that direction, the jokes about evil forest goblins and hulders that want to kill us all dying off quickly. Since it is June in the north of Sweden, it is light even at night, so it is easy to find the way, but we are constantly attacked by swarms of mosquitos. But the sound gets louder.
We find a little girl, probably aged four or five covered in mosquito bites, sitting on a stump. She is wearing one shoe and a pretty dress that is tattered, stained, and torn up. She is bawling her eyes out and looks at us with great fright. I rush over and pick her up.
Me: “Hey, hey, there, there. What are you doing here?”
She sniffles.
Me: “You seem lost. Are you?”
Girl: *With a tiny nod* “Yes.”
Me: “Poor thing! Let’s help you get home.”
We carried her back to camp, asked her name, told her ours, put her in a sleeping bag next to a new campfire, and gave her a mug of hot chocolate and a sandwich. She quickly fell asleep with a tiny smile. We called the police, meanwhile, to tell them that we’d found her, and we gave them GPS coordinates to our position. The girl’s parents called us, and we decided to meet next to a road the next morning since it wasn’t easy to get to us and we were several hours from the road.
We carried the girl out of the forest the next morning and handed her over to the most grateful parents I have ever seen. They were beside themselves with relief. The police took a statement, and then they all headed off to a hospital to make sure everything was all right. The girl had developed a fever, probably due to all the mosquito bites, and was obviously a bit dehydrated and hungry. The parents got in touch later and invited us to a fika (a Swedish custom) to properly thank us and fill us in on what had happened.
The girl had slunk away during a family party next to the forest to look at a pretty bird and followed it a bit deeper into the woods. Then, she stepped on a viper on her way back — but it didn’t bite her. She panicked and ran randomly until she got completely lost. She had probably been lost for at least ten hours, she had lost her shoe in a mire, and she had accidentally wandered very far away from civilization — the only direction that had literally no other humans for dozens of kilometers.
The girl was completely fine now, after about two weeks, and had drawn a little picture of us in the forest that still hangs on my fridge. She was very afraid of the woods now, but she and her dad would go camping in a glen close to the house to make her feel safe again. I’m still friends with the family, and we visit each other from time to time.
I still think about what might’ve happened if I hadn’t followed my instinct to check on the voice in the wind.