The other night, my mom woke up to find my dad on the floor next to the bed. She wasn’t sure how long he had been there, but he kept telling her that he was in the water and needed help. My brother lives right across the way, so mom called him to help get my dad up.
Dad explained to me that he was with some guy’s fishing and their boat capsized. He said he couldn’t get up and didn’t want to swim further out because he saw some snakes. He went on to say he saw my mom on the shore and yelled for her to get in a boat and come out to rescue him and the other guys. He said she tried but couldn’t figure out how to start the boat. Dad said suddenly, his “Hero Heath” appeared in full gear to rescue him. My brother was a volunteer fireman for the town years ago, so I can only assume that dad was referring to this. He said Heath got behind him and lifted him up with ease. As he says this, he bunches up his shoulders like the Incredible Hulk to insinuate Heath was this massive, strong, creature that came out of nowhere to save him.
Dad said Heath saved his life that night and was his “hero”. I can only imagine what he was thinking in the moment, but I am sure it was panic and distress perhaps. I don’t know if he was dreaming or if he really thought he had fallen into the water, but I can say without a doubt, that his felt safe as soon as he saw my brother there, in full gear to rescue him from the water, snakes and moment of despair. (Silver lining).
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