My hero.

The hero is not the person how takes down three men in the same time, not with his muscles. For me, the hero is a person who does something without expecting anything in return to save lives and help others even for a cat. Maybe he does something completely foolish and maybe something could cost him his life, but without thinking what is the right thing or what could be the consequences. He just responds bravely to prevent disasters.

 One day before many years, the weather was rainy and there was flood, it wasn’t very heavy. My father in that day decided to go on a picnic. We were very happy playing together and having fun. My father warned us from a kind of mud which drags people until the person disappears sinking inside. While we were having fun and enjoy our time, we heard screams grabbed our attention. We were surprised and wondered what that screaming was about. It was coming from a frightened mother because her son was sinking in that dangerous mud. His father was in shock and stood still staring to his own child and not doing anything to save him. When my father noticed the situation he directly jumped very fast into that mud to rescue that poor child. We were very scared and didn’t think that he is going to make it. However, my father moved with very light and fast steps to avoid getting his feet sucked inside the mud just touching as if he was flying. He pulled the child and took him to the safe area. Everybody was surprise with his bravery and fast reaction.

Many thanks were delivered to my hero from the other family for being a reason to give the child another chance and new birthday.
 But I kept asking myself, what if he couldn’t make it? What would happen to us? And many other questions occurred to my mind later.

                     As I mentioned before, to be a hero you should have a mix of courage, humanity and a little of foolishness. My father was and still my hero.