There’s a moment in every mans life where a choice has to be made. A moment to stand still or to jump on a armed granade. Gun fire echos off the cement walls of the empty alleyway. My eyes lock on to a screaming child just a couple of feet to my right. Her hand clinching a teddy bear tightly. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach as I watch tears wail up in the childs foggy blue eyes. In that instant time became irrelevant. Before I could ivaulate the gravity of the situation. My body moved on its own. Diving in front of a masked assilant with a aimed dull black 357 revolver aim directly at the frickled face of the child.

With a flash of light and a loud buzzing noise then everything went blurry like and old television snow screen. Inside of the noise I can hear a voice. The voice of my mother softly saying “Don’t be afraid”.