During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

he was trapped in a tomb of pulverized concrete and shattered glass, gasping for air that tasted of copper and ancient dirt.

Through the choking, impenetrable gray haze, I blinked against the sting of plaster dust. My left arm was pinned beneath a heavy wooden beam, numb and immovable. With my free hand, I clawed at the rubble surrounding Noah’s legs.continue reading …