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|Heroism (standard:Inspirational stories, 569 words)|
|Author: isabella jones||Added: Mar 19 2006||Views/Reads: 1857/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|the day i actually woke up to see the truth of this world.|
HEROISM The clouds roared in unison- the gods were at war for a reason known only to them... no wonder we, the earthlings were suffering the consequences- we; but not i... there was only one thought running in my mind- no college tomorrow! A holiday! Wow... As the rain poured down without taking a break (wo! Workaholic rain!) my excitement grew and I wasted just five of my precious minutes to calculate the number of days it would take for the water to dry... oblivious to the danger outside, I sat in the comfort of my house with my parents by my side... I always pitied myself- as I believed my environment was so boring... my parents lived a pre planned life- 7-breakfast, 9-office and it went on... there was no excitement nothing ‘different' in my life- everything was so ‘normal'. We were normal people living in a normal world of our own... While my mother did some office work, and my father, a doctor struggled with his patient's insurance papers I sat in front of my books fantasizing about the tall boy in my class who possessed those sensuous eyes, that appealing smile and... and it was my father's cell phone which buzzed aloud and disturbed me and left me surprised! There had been no network; then how... Before I could tax my brains any further; my father answered the call and the whole house was filled with anxiety as he continued talking to the unknown caller. “... but it's flooded now! How can I come?” he walked to the French window that prided the front of our house; looked out and continued, “my car is completely submerged... I don't think I can make it... alright, I'll see...” he kept the phone; and as typical inquisitive Indians my mother and myself walked to my father- standing in front of him, our hands folded- demanding to know what the matter was... “it was the Mehras... their grandmother just suffered a heart attack- they have it under control now; but I need to reach there urgently...” my mother stared at him; standing akimbo; “no sahil- you're not going anywhere... do you know how high the water levels are, the current is very strong and there are many manholes on the road... god knows which one must have opened... noway, I wont let you step out of the house- I don't want to lose you...” my father looked at her and sat on the bed; in deep thought. After sometime he got up, got his briefcase ready and walked out of the house- giving me a friendly wink... well the scene after that... it's better that I stop here...! The next day, dad returned home- he was completely drenched but safe and sound-(thank God!) my mother hugged him in relief and started crying- Later, as I sat with him- he told me that it was his sense of duty that forced him to go... if something would have happened to the old lady, he would never have been able to forgive himself... (filmi huh?) The whole incident turned my world upside down... my thoughts, my beliefs- they all had to be ‘reset'. My life, though preplanned is SPECIAL- because I have a hero as a father... there was nothing ‘special' that he did on that day; it was just his duty that he stuck to, when his services were most required... Tweet
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