My Superhero

Saturdays are no longer really about play. When you are young, you think so, but then you get older and that fantasy disappears. Sometimes the closest thing to fun is managing to get to the gym. C was driving home from the gym tonight and came across a flipped jeep, that had rolled in an attempt to avoid another misbehaving vehicle. This was not his first experience at helping at the site of an accident, in fact, it seems to be an ongoing one - just another event in the day of a superhero.

Two little kids were in the back seat of the car, so he and another man worked to get the car seats out after checking the little ones to make sure they were safe. Minus a few scratches on the older of the two, they were safe and unharmed. He and the other man held the little ones out of sight of bleeding mom (still in the jeep) and talked to them to keep them calm. The little girls did remain calm until out of control grandma arrived on the scene, creating an emotional explosion in the oldest child's mind. Some adults just don't get it, I guess.