I am so proud of my husband this evening. There was an accident down the street, a truck went into the corner house’s yard (luckily not into the house, although there may be some exterior damage). He heard it, ran outside. The driver was injured and walking away from the scene. Mark walked with him, talking him down (he wasn’t in his right mind). Eventually brought him back to the site by which time the Fire Department had shown up. At one point the driver pulled a knife and started cutting himself… my husband didn’t falter.
The way he deals with “heavy” situations is one of the things I love about him. When I told him how proud I was of him, he shrugged and said “it’s what you’re supposed to do”. What he doesn’t get, is that most people still don’t do it – supposed to or not.




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