Sno-Isle Library book saved my life at Sasquatch Music Festival!
In 2006, I decided to attend my first-ever rock music festival. I had been to a concert or two before, over the years, but never a multi-act all-day event. That year the Sasquatch Festival had Wolfmother, HIM, Bauhaus and Nine Inch Nails. Now, I was over 40, and didn't have a clue about this thing called a mosh pit. I just wanted to have a good clear view of the stage. So I went very early, so I could get a nice spot up front. There were hours to go before the music started. So I took a library book with me to pass the time- "Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.
I read for awhile, and more and more people were coming. I was at the very front, very center, right by the stage. It was a standing area with a metal rail fence separating the crowd from the stage. The first couple acts, everything was okay.
But then one of the bigger acts started up. Suddenly, the crowd surged forward, and there were all these young men slamming themselves around behind the front rows of people. More and more people poured in.
Then a really popular song started. The crowd screamed and surged forward, shoving everyone before them up tight againt the metal fence. With a little five-foot-three, forty-odd year old woman right at the forefront of it.
The top rail of the metal fence came just to the bottom of my throat.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe. The crowd had us shoved in so tight the metal was pressing my airway closed, an iron rod across my neck.
I had my library book in my hand. I had picked it up when things started getting a little crazy, afraid it would be trampled or lost. Now, strangling between an immovable object and an irresistible force, some instinct told me what to do.
I started pulling the book up and around in front of me, a couple inches at a time, as the pressure shifted slightly with the movements of the crowd behind. The smooth plastic dust wrapper and strong rigid hardcover made it easy to force upward, a shove at a time. Soon I had it up to my throat.
One last shove, and "Da Vince Code" snapped into place between my throat and the fence, shielding my airway like a piece of armor. I sucked in a glorious lungful of air!
All around, people were getting hurt, fainting, having to be pulled out by security and handed off to medics. But thanks to my library book, I made it through the whole evening.
I ended up with two cracked ribs, a puffy bruised neck, and a great story to tell. Thank you Sno-Isle Libraries! And, by the way, library director - the extra expense of hardcover editions? It's totally worth it!!