Heroes Sometimes Wear Bows
This week I've been thinking a bit about heroes.
Sometimes heroes are big, and sometimes they come in the form of tutus and bows. I'm not talking about dancing heroes or baton twirling heroes or Shirley Temple-esque singing heroes. I'm talking about a tried and true bow-wearing hero of a little girl.
She's one of the girliest girls I know. A beautiful little girl with curly blonde hair who, as it turns out, is an unsung hero.
Several months ago, when I heard that she and her brother were in the vehicle with her father when he died during a fatal accident, I was deeply saddened at their loss but truly thankful that these two little ones survived such a tragic ordeal.
I never poked, prodded or asked any questions, as I truly am not that close to the children or the family, so I didn't want to impose or seem nosy.
Recently, I learned additional details.
Their father, who was not wearing a seat belt, was thrown from his vehicle and died (presumptively) on impact while driving down a fairly remote dirt road. Suddenly, both this little 5-year-old girl and her 3-year-old brother found themselves in quite an unexpected and unquestionably very scary situation.
Instead of crying and sitting around waiting for help or freezing up in bewilderment wondering what to do next, the little girl grabbed her father's phone, unbelted her brother, took him by the hand, walked with him and stood on the side of a dirt road awaiting the mercy of a passerby.
In God's great timing and sovereignty, He led a woman, a stranger, down the same dirt road that day. She mentioned later that she never took that road on her way home but for some reason was compelled to follow her gut and choose an alternate route.
As God would have it, she saw the little girl, brother in hand, who waved her down, and she was able to get them the help that they needed. The little brother had a collapsed lung and was subsequently taken by helicopter to a medical center where he made a full recovery.
This little girl, the little girl with the curls, the bows, the tutus, and the sweetest of hearts was definitely a hero that day. She not only had the smarts to grab the only means of communication she had with the rest of the world, but she also took the time to care for her little brother, who without her, may have been without medical attention for too long.
Certainly, the lady who passed by and stopped is an unsung hero as well in my book. However, this little one's bravery just struck me this week, and I am honored to know her and pray God's richest blessings on her life. He spared her and her brother for a reason.
Only time will tell what that reason is, but in the meantime, I want to honor the bravery of a little girl with little blonde curls and a Texas-sized heart to boot!
|With Deepest Sympathy and In Memory of Their Father, M.|
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