Albert could not hear unless I leaned right up to his ear and spoke closely. I was asking the group of ten people, sitting in wheelchairs at a nursing home where I had taken flowers, to share an act of kindness that they experienced in their lifetime. An act of kindness that they would never forget.
When I was fourteen, someone saved my life. I was drowning and he jumped in to save me.
OMG. The group paused at the thought and the scene he described. Albert is 90 years old. He was just a young kid trying to cool off on a hot summer’s day.
He continued his train of thought. Pensively and tearfully.
All of my life, almost every day, I think of the man who saved me. I feel good that I lived but there is so much sadness knowing that he drowned while trying to save me. I lived. He died.