A Seven-Year-Old Boy Rode Three Miles Across Phoenix to Save His Little Sister

I kicked its cord out of the wall socket as I sprinted past empty plastic water bottles scattered across the floor.

Against the far brick wall stood the broken white chest freezer, its power cord wrapped tight around the coil bracket at the back.

The heavy brass padlock I had bought at the hardware store was clamped completely shut through the steel latch on the front lip, holding the thick insulated lid sealed tight against the rubber gasket.

I jammed the flat wedge end of the pry bar into the tight gap between the loop of the padlock and the iron clasp.

I rubbed my knuckles against the cold iron, gripped the rubber sleeve of the bar with both hands, and threw my entire weight down on it.