A lady shouted, "Give her to my husband! He is a fireman!"
So I did!
He bent her over his knee with her face pointed towards the ground-and began hitting her on the back. By the third hit, a huge chunk of potatoes came out! She started crying--- which meant air was flowing. I was so relieved!
I know the Lord sent that firemen in there to help me. I paid for his lunch, which wasn't enough! Maybe he was an angel! He was to Stella & me!