Firefighters have a name for saving a life. They call it a grab. This Fourth of July, on his day off, Jason Horne made three. Alvarado Park Lake, Texas. 2026. Horne, a firefighter and paramedic from Midlothian with more than 20 years on the job, was out on his boat with his 12-year-old daughter, Emilie. People on the water started waving at them. Frantic. A boat carrying nine people had flipped over. Three small children were trapped under it. He told Emilie to stay in the boat. Then he went in. He reached up under the hull, in water he could not see through, and felt something. A life jacket. He pulled out a little boy. Groggy. Breathing. He went back under. "I grabbed a leg," he said. A little girl. Not breathing. He climbed onto the flat bottom of the overturned boat and started CPR right there, on the hull, out on open water. In their boat, Emilie was on the phone with 911. The girl started breathing during that call. He went under a third time. Nothing. Too dark. By then other boaters were flipping the boat back over, and the last boy came up at the side, tangled in rope. No pulse. Horne got his pulse back. Then they raced to the dock, where the ambulances were waiting. A few days later, he met all three children and their families again. The local fire chief has worked water rescues for 30 years. He said they almost never end like this. Horne is a father of four. He has a rule his own kids hate. Life jackets. Every time. "I can find you if you're floating," he tells them. "I can't find you if you sink." Every child under that boat was wearing one. So put the life jacket on them. Let them be mad at you. Mad kids grow up.