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.

DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

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.

I reached out—AND. SWATTED. THE. SPIDER. AWAY.

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

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