I was 6 years old when we all ran outside our subdivision in Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania, because the house across the street was on fire. Like, really on fire, with gusts of flame coming out the windows. Someone yelled that the baby was still inside, and without hesitation, my father ran into the burning house to save the baby. I’m pretty sure he was the only one who did. For weeks, there was adulation in the local paper and our neighborhood about the hero, my dad. I said something at dinner about him being a hero, and he told me that he wasn’t a hero and to never mention it again.
Cheney & Pence. Heroes?
Cheney & Pence. Heroes?
Cheney & Pence. Heroes?
I was 6 years old when we all ran outside our subdivision in Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania, because the house across the street was on fire. Like, really on fire, with gusts of flame coming out the windows. Someone yelled that the baby was still inside, and without hesitation, my father ran into the burning house to save the baby. I’m pretty sure he was the only one who did. For weeks, there was adulation in the local paper and our neighborhood about the hero, my dad. I said something at dinner about him being a hero, and he told me that he wasn’t a hero and to never mention it again.