A Long Walk to Water: Based on a True Story

One step at a time, one day at a time, just today, just this day to get through.

Reading for writers is like training for athletes.

If he were older and stronger, would he have given water to those men? Or would he, like most of the group, have kept his water for himself?

He was floating with his head down, blood streaming from a bullet hole in the back of his neck.

One step at a time . . . one day at a time. Just today—just this day to get through . . .

Salva shouldered his way through the crowd until he was standing in front of the list. He raised his head slowly and began reading through the names. There it was. Salva Dut—Rochester, New York. Salva was going to New York. He was going to America!

Her sickness came from the water,” the nurse explained. “She should drink only good clean water. If the water is dirty, you should boil it for a count of two hundred before she drinks

More than twelve hundred boys arrived safely. It took them a year and a half.

The bag sprang a leak. The leak had to be patched. The patch sprang a leak. The crew patched the patch. Then the bag sprang another leak. The drilling could not go on.

They patched the bag again. The drilling went on.