My Son, My Hero原文.doc

Ihurriedovertohim.“YouOK?”Ipleaded.“Yeah,”’tgetitfrommyson,however,:Acoupleintheir20s---out-of-statersunfamiliarwiththeStillwater---,,swamouttotheflailingwoman,“hero”isbroadcastwithabandonandseeminglyappliedtoanyonewhomakesitthroughtheday,Irealizedthat,inmysonandhisfriend,Iwasfacetofacewiththerealthing---,Iknowthatteensareheadstrongandpossessedofasenseoftheimmortalself,butthisdidn’’sdaring,---perhapsablow-by-blowdescription---buthehadpreciouslittletosay.“Whenwearrivedatthehouse,theonlywordsheutteredwere,“What’sforsupper?”AndsoIdesisted,hopingthat,inthemorning,,:WouldIhaveriskedmylifetosaveadrowningperson?OrwouldIhaveoptedfordialing911?WouldIhavetoldthestoryoverandovertoanyonewho’dl