The earth quaked and then a ripple of kindness spread thousands of kilometres, forever uniting two far-flung communities.
I hadn’t been born yet when my father killed her. But she’s alive in my mind.
As hours turned into days, time was running out for a young man buried alive by his abductors.
When the float plane smashed into rocks, windows shattering and flames blasting through the cabin, survival seemed nigh impossible.
For hours, no-one knew that Arick Baker had fallen into a 58°C grain bin and was slowly being squeezed to death.
