It was a cold night and the snow was coming down. There was no one on the streets.
At Toronto's Hospital for Sick Children, there was a baby with a sick heart but near death. In Hamilton was another very sick baby who was waiting for a heart transplant(移植). If we could get the Hamilton baby to Toronto in time, the parents of the dying baby would stop the life support and the doctors would use his heart to1 the other baby's life. With our help.2 one baby would die, the other one might live. That was the deal.
I 3 the task to be the driver. The trip to Hamilton would normally take about forty minutes, but who knew how long it would take tonight. We 4 made our way west to Hamilton under near-impossible driving conditions. The snow was very deep. The strong wind made it 5 to control the ambulance(救护车). Luckily, after four and a half hours, my driving skills finally brought all of us to Hamilton safely.
On the way back to Toronto, we had a new problem. We were burning more fuel than usual 6 our slow speed and the bad conditions. However, we couldn't get off the highway to find a gas station. It would likely 7 as much fuel as we would to just go for the final place—Sick Children. I knew we had to return to the hospital. As we made the last turn, I heard the engine made a little cough. Finally, we arrived at the hospital, and stopped right in front of the doors before the fuel tank went empty.
A team was 8 at the doors, and before I even had the ambulance shut down, they had carried the boy indoors. I later learned the operation was a 9 . We were so happy, knowing that thanks to our 10 a baby had lived. When I got home later that morning, I dropped into bed tiredly—but fell asleep feeling good.
