Heros

I had to post this picture of Amy and Apache, taken Thursday, November 17, 2005, because it's just too pretty. She's a hero(ine) to me, because even though she was scared to ride again after so much time, she climbed right on and did it. My dad was a hero last night, when he helped some neighbors who experienced a fire in a barn/car shed next to their home. The outbuilding was a total loss, but when the neighbor came pounding on my dad's door for help, he never hesitated to get involved, and she, along with her elderly father, could not thank my daddy enough. He was scared when he drove through a wall of blinding smoke and right beside the roaring flames, but he thought the woman's baby, who was still in the house with the grandfather, might be in a house that had also caught fire while the mother was seeking help, and he had determined that he was going to rescue that baby, even if it meant he died while trying. And I have no doubts that that is exactly what he would have done. Thank God he didn't have to; the house was not on fire. But he is a hero nonetheless, for what he was willing to do, and for all he DID do, including pulling her car out of the ditch, where it went as she drove to seek help. And all the while this was happening, Bob and I were at Rohmer's Restaurant, where his boss was hosting their annual Christmas Party. You just never know.