I have certainly had a busy few days. The trouble began on Thursday night when I got a phone call from Josh asking me to fill up his car on gas. Then, just as I was about to leave, I got a phone call from another friend named John asking if I could help him move. That night.
After a long ordeal involving filling Josh's car up, helping him move it, then moving all the stuff out of John's apartment, Josh and I could finally relax and get ready for PT the next morning.
The next morning started out as usual, with Josh and I walking in the below-zero cold to the Student Rec Center when we saw a young man lying on the outdoor track. He was barely moving and his face was bloodied. Later we found out that he was not drunk, but suffering a concussion from being beaten by a group of young men, one of whom he had previously gotten into a fight with because the other man called him the "N-word."
I called 911 while Josh and I took him into Crowder and into the warmth. He could barely speak. Soon, the paramedics took him away. I had informed one of my commanding officers of what happened. He soon sent an e-mail out to the entire detachment.
In just a few minutes, it felt as if Josh and I went from being the screw-up cadets to being heroes. It was wonderful. Ever since that fateful day in church, my life's goal had been to be a hero in some description. Well, now I have achieved it in small part. I think the tally over the past few days has been three people that I have directly helped out. I am truly blessed to have such an opportunity.
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