| October 06, 2009 around 3am, I woke up without the benefit of an alarm clock. I woke up because of a mysterious cry from the back of the house, in the middle of the dark and lonely dawn. At first, it sounded like a slight screech similar to a rusty door hinge that makes noise when you swing it close or swing it open. But as it progressively rings my ear, it infused clearly to my rationale that it’s a yell from a long-tailed rodent. Familiarity and the nature of my intuition smoothly connected, granted me enough knowledge before I can even see the whole situation. A creature needed my help. I didn’t waste a minute and immediately picked up the flashlight on the board; erupted from my bed like Jet Li, fast and flawless. Camouflaged by darkness behind the beam, it only took me less than ten seconds to get to the backdoor. And when I came to the spot and looked down into the almost-empty drum, I saw it there, a rat looked up back at me, wet and bushed, fighting for its life and I sensed that it was more troubled of the inch-deep stagnant water than me. The rat had been trapped in the drum for quite a few minutes on its attempt to slurp water. The scene was enough for me to fill my sensitivity and reacted as fast. I whispered to myself that moment, I waited this opportunity to become one, to prove the merits of consideration for a frontline heroes of X-men or Fantastic 4 but been derailed so many times because of failed chances. Now, this is what God give me, a chance to save a life. So without a small measure of hesitation, I demonstrated some sort of level-headedness towards the muroid creature. I Jet Li-kicked hard the drum and knocked it down, eventually supplied deafening echo sound due to the hard impact, and spilled all of its contents to the ground (liters of water and the rat). And from the corner of my eyes I saw something leaped in swift instance, which I believe was the rat, jumped off in delight, ran away with its life, expectant for the next day’s morning sunlight. As I stood there alone following the commotion and after few seconds of stillness, Downy came to my side, licked her chops. I took deep breathes of exhaustion and spoke to her… “Am I a hero?” She replied to me with a lazy yawn… |
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