. >> 11-year-old paul hartness is trapped, sandwiched between two huge boulders in a crack just a few inches wide. >> oh, poor kid. jesus. >> rescuer tom jones quickly understands that the thing the boy needs to do most to survive keep breathing, is the very thing putting him in even more danger. >> he would slide farther and farther down into that crevice with every breath he took. if the chest is not allowed to expand, obviously he would slowly suffocate. >> he's so close rescuers can talk to him, even touch him, but they can't get him out. they know if they don't act fast, they'll watch this child die before their very own eyes. >> i'm trying but it hurts. >> it's going to hurt. >> the first thing we did was build rigging below him just to make sure he didn't slip down any farther. >> next, tom smith with the l.a. county sheriff's department is able to slip a rope around paul from above. and he starts pulling. >> i was pulling on him so hard that i couldn't believe it. it should have lifted someone twice his size. >> is it doing anything? >> no. >> paul is wedged in so tight rescue

paul, you will not be forgotten. by me, the people of the second district, or throughout michigan. again, my heart goes out to trooper butterfield's familiar, his fiance, friends, colleagues from the state police post in hart, as well as the state police post office in manastee. natalie and my family will keep you-all in our prayers during this time of extraordinary need. we just want to say to you, paul, rest well, our friend. rest well. i yield back the balance of my time. mr. benishek: i yield back the remainder of my time. the speaker pro tempore: the chair recognizes the distinguished gentleman from new jersey, mr. frelinghuysen. for five minutes. mr. frelinghuysen: i rise to mark the 12th anniversary of the attack on america of september 11, 2001. in lieu of formal he remarks i would like to read the names of a poem written by then poet laureate billy collins read before a joint session of congress in lower manhattan just after the attacks. the names, by billy collins. yesterday i lay awake in the palm of the night, a soft rain stole in unhelped by any breeze. when i saw the silver glaze on the windows, i started with a, with ackerman, as it happened. then baxter and calibro, davis and ebberling, nam