Sometimes, I wonder why a news story captures my imagination and I just can’t get it out of my head. One might think that a report about complete strangers wouldn’t make a dent in my consciousness. But, there is one story that I’ll never forget, though I’ve long forgotten the names of the people involved.
A newlywed couple, both lawyers, was working at the same firm in California. An angry and disturbed client entered and began his murderous rampage, shooting indiscriminately. The husband raced into his wife’s office, grabbed her hand, and yelled, “Hurry, let’s go!”
He took her to a storage room where they cowered together. The madman burst in and pointed his gun at them. The husband immediately covered his wife’s body with his own, absorbing the bullets. Satisfied that he’d killed them both, the shooter left to invade other offices before finally turning the gun on himself. In the aftermath, the husband rolled over and gazed at his wife, whose only injury was a shattered left hand.
“I love you so much, honey,” he whispered. Then, he closed his eyes and died.
I showed the article to David and asked, “Would you do the same for me?”
“Oh, no,” he chortled. “I probably would be the first one down the fire escape!”
Hero or coward?