It was 8:30 PM and I was furious. It was getting dark out and my daughter wasn't home yet. The planning of her punishment in my head was interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered it and found out my daughter was a hero. It was the parent of a boy who informed me that my daughter was on her way home and that she had rescued her son.

My daughter relayed the story to me. She was out sitting on the grass and saw a friend of hers from a distance grab his left side and just fall over like a sack of potatoes. No one else was around and she knew he wasn't playing and that this was serious. She ran across the street to him and he was unconscious and not responsive, but was still breathing. She picked the boy up -- who weighs as much as she does -- and carried him about 3 blocks to his house.

She told me she wasn't crying during the incident, but on her way home she was balling all the way as the full weight of the situation hit her. The boy is fine today, he's on bed rest.

This is one of those times when you are just amazed by your kid and realize that, hey, maybe you did teach them something.

Now if I could just get her to do her homework on a regular basis...

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