Bob Butler

Bob Butler lost both legs in 1965 due to mine explosion in Vietnam. He returned to his country as a war hero. Twenty years later once again proves IA pure heroism comes from his heart.

Butler was working in his garage in a small town in Arizona on a day in the summer when IA heard the screams of a woman from one neighbor's house. He rolled his wheelchair into the house, but the bushes are high in the house did not allow the wheelchair to reach the back door. So the veteran out of his chair and crawled regardless of dust and shrubs should be passed.

"I have to get there," he said to himself. "No matter how difficult."

When Butler arrived at the house, HE knew that the screams coming from the pond. There was a girl aged about three years of being immersed in it. The boy was born without arms, so that when HE fell into the pond IA can not swim. The mother could only stand motionless while his little girl cried. Butler immediately plunge and dive into the pool and took it up. One daughter, Stephanie's face was already turning blue, his pulse is not felt, and not benapas IA.

Butler immediately tried to do artificial respiration to revive her mother contacted the fire department by telephone. He was told that the health officer happened to be on duty elsewhere. In desperation, IA sobbing as he hugged the shoulder Butler.

While continuing to perform artificial respiration, Butler calmly assured the mother that she would survive. "Do not worry," he said. "I became a hand to get out of the pool. He will be fine. Now I will be the lungs. If together we can do."

A few moments later the little boy began coughing, regained consciousness and began to cry. When they embraced, and have fun together, the mother asked Butler about how HE was sure that her son would survive.

"When my leg was crushed blast in Vietnam, I was alone in a field," she told the woman. "No one else was around who could help save a Vietnamese girl who was a child. As fighting dragged into the village, she whispered in English
broken, "It's okay. you will live. I will be your feet. Together we can make it."

"This is an opportunity for me to reply I have ever received," he told the mother Stephanie.

We are all angels with wings next. Only if we all help each other can fly (Luciano De Crescenzo.)


Two people are good, but, why not a happy ending perkimpoian

My mother was a very good, since childhood, I saw it with so determined to keep the family unit. He always got up in the morning, cooking hot porridge for his father, because the stomach is not a good father, in the morning can only eat porridge.

After that, still have to cook a pot of rice for the children, because children are growing, need to eat rice, so the new will not be hungry all day at school.

Every afternoon, she always bowed to brush nbadan pots, each pot in our home can be a mirror, no stain was sedikikt.

By evening, the mother vigorously cleaning the floors, mopping inch by inch, the floor in the house looks more clean than the other person's bed, no one bit the dust while walking barefoot.

My mother was a w anita very diligent.

However, in the eyes of my father, she (the mother) is not a good partner.

In the process of my growth, not just once a father always expressed her loneliness in perkimpoian, do not understand it.

My father was a man who is responsible.

He was not smoking, not drinking, serious at work, every day go to work on time, even when the holiday is still a schedule of school children, set the time istrirahat children, he is a father who has full responsibility, encourage children in lessons berpretasi.

He likes to play chess, like late in the world of ancient books.
My father was a man seoang good, in the eyes of the children, he vast as the sky, guarding us, protecting us and educating us.
Only, in the eyes of my mother, she is also not a good partner, in the process of my growth, I often see the mother crying quietly sobbing in the corner of the page.
Father put it into words, was the mother with the action, said he lived in pain perkimpoian.
In the process of growth, I see also heard of powerlessness in perkimpoian father and mother, and feel how good they are, and they deserve a good perkimpoian.
Unfortunately, in times of father presence in the world, perkimpoian their lives through the failures, while I, too grew up in confusion, and I ask myself: Two good why are not accompanied by a happy perkimpoian?