That Time I Was A Hero

I barely saw it coming. By the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse—and an alarm sounded in my brain.


You are reading a guest post written by Rebekah Koontz from The Rebekah Koontz Site.

Sirens blazed. Little Rebekah’s in my head ran circles in panic; arms flailing, screaming at the top of their lungs.

My friend sat beside me. Placid. Calm. Completely unaware of his impending doom.

So I did it. I bit the bullet, jumped in the range of fire, curled my body around the ignited grenade.


Not before screeching (the way all girls learn from childhood), “JUSTIN, MOVE!! THERE’S A SPIDER!! MOOOOVVEEE!” and shoving my clueless friend in the shoulder. Hard. Quite hard. It was necessary. I was saving his life after all.

His expression was one of irritation. How was he to know I had just hurled his body out of oncoming traffic.

I was heroic. Selfless. I thought nothing of my own well-being.

This boy owed me his life.

Why was he looking at me that way?

“There’s a spider!” I raised a quivering finger toward the speck hovering just above his head. Apparently, I had missed the little sucker in my swatting-the-air fit.

His eyes caught sight of it, and he inched his nose closer.

I watched in horror as he came face to face with the enemy.

He blinked. The spider blinked.

He blinked. The spider blinked.

It was a mind battle like no one has ever seen.

Then, without a thought, my friend—the one I put myself on the line for, the one I rescued from a fate worse than death—reached out and casually put an end to the little creature.

I received no gratitude—no key to the city, no bouquet of roses—for my selfless act of courage and honor.

But no need.

I am Rebekah, Super Rebekah.

A hero just doing her duty.

For more, check out the post I wrote on Rebekah’s blog called Order In The Food Court!

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13 Responses to That Time I Was A Hero

  1. mmleonard says:

    Spider killer!!!!!!


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  3. Jess says:

    This reminds me of the time I pulled my dorm room bed out into the middle of room in mayhem when I saw a mother and baby spider. Those things can cause serious destruction.

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    • Paul says:

      You’re a home wrecker! One time me and my roommate pulled his mattress into the middle of the room too…but it was to jump on it because it was hard as a rock. Felt like he was sleeping on cement.

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      • Jess says:

        Goodness. That’s terrible! Although I completely understand. Every single mattress on my campus was made of plastic with a few feathers stuffed inside. You might as well sleep on the lawn outside.

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      • Paul says:

        “A few feathers”…probably taken from the chickens they served in the cafeteria! Too far? I lucked out with a soft mattress. They probably knew I liked naps.

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      • Jess says:

        I had the unfortunate experience of sleeping on the side of the room directly next to the back entrance of my building. The doors are heavy and loud. No naps had taken place in the spring of 2012.

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      • Paul says:

        Oh man that’s unfortunate. In 2012, if you looked out my window you would see the garbage bins! Every early Tuesday morning when I could sleep in…BANG BANG BANG

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      • Jess says:

        Oh my God I have to deal with that now! It’s always right at 5am when I still have a whole hour to sleep.

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  5. barbarabrutt says:

    Hahahaha. This was hilarious.

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