Courage and heroism is something that you rarely come by in our everyday lives anymore, it’s something I thought didn’t exist anymore, until yesterday when I had a seizure, it was my first one in three years and I am epileptic. I fell to the ground, I hurt my hand and I hurt my head. But when I woke up what I did realise was a group of people and an ambulance man doing there best to help. This was a breath of fresh air because it showed me that there still are good people left in this world! People willing to help.here’s a little story I heard about courage and helping others.
Late in the evening I was walking in the park. Suddenly I heard scream coming from behind bushes. I stopped to listen and understood that a woman was being attacked, I heard sounds of fighting and muttering. For several moments I was hesitating, should I get involved?
I panicked, I was frightened for my own safety. Maybe it is better to call the police? Then I realized that a woman‘s voice becomes weaker, so I knew I have to act quickly. Can I run away from this? Finally I decided that I have to help this unknown woman even if I am risking my own life. I felt some strange transformation inside, the moral and physical strength, so I ran behind the bushes. I pulled the attacker off the girl, we felt to the ground and grappled for several minutes. Then the assailant jumped up and ran away.
Breathing hard I slowly came up to the girl, who was cowering behind a tree. It was dark, so I could not see her face clearly. I felt, that she is very frightened, so I talked to her from a distance: „You are safe now, it‘s ok, the man had run away.“ After a few moments I heard her words with a great amazement in her voice: „Dad, is that you?“. And then I realized, that the girl was my youngest daughter.