I have put off posting this for over four months. Because… well… because…
My Sweetie was recognized for his heroism by the local chapter of the American Red Cross.
For doing what he was trained to do instead of what he could have done.
For the peace he demonstrated in the midst of fear.
For the wisdom of behavior in the midst of panic.
I’m so proud of him. Really. But… well… it takes a lot for me to talk about that night. I wasn’t ready to talk about it, though, when he was honored, it had been almost a year since the nightmarish event.
He was given a medal, a framed certificate and a citation description at a meeting of the American Red Cross. All stating that he received commendation and the “Lifesaving Award of Merit” for “Lifesaving Action”. There was an article in the paper. There were photos. I wasn’t there. The second best part of all of it was that My Sweetie didn’t even ask me to be there. He knew how fragile I still was. He knew I couldn’t really talk about that night. So did the Red Cross lady (full title, I’m sure) because when she called, it didn’t go all that great. Instead, I sent her my blog post.
He really is amazing. Even setting aside the fact that he’s been a First Responder and CPR/First Aid Trainer for years, He was a hero that night.
So, now, more than four months later, you know that someone other than myself recognizes My Sweetie as the hero he truly is.