Bob
Butler lost his legs in a 1965 land mine explosion in Vietnam . He returned home a war
hero. Twenty years later, he proved once again that heroism comes from the
heart.
“I had
to get there”, he says. “It didn’t matter how much it hurt”. When Butler arrived at the pool
there was a three-year-old girl named Stephanie Hanes lying at the bottom. She
had been born without arms and had fallen in the water and couldn’t swim. Her
mother stood over her baby screaming frantically. Butler dove to the bottom of the pool and
brought little Stephanie up to the deck. Her face was blue; she had no pulse
and was not breathing.
As Butler continued with his
CPR, he calmly reassured her. Don’t worry, he said. “I was her arms to get out
of the pool. It’ll be okay. I am now her lungs. Together we can make it”.
Seconds
later the little girl coughed, regained consciousness, and began to cry. As
they hugged and rejoiced together the mother asked Butler how he knew it would be okay. The truth
is, “I didn’t know”, he told her. “But when my legs were blown off in the war,
I was all alone in a field. No one was there to help except a little Vietnamese
girl. As she struggled to drag me into her village, she whispered in broken
English, ‘It okay. You can live. I be your legs. Together we make it’ “. Her
kind words brought hope to my soul and I wanted to do the same for Stephanie.
There
are simply those times when we cannot stand alone. There are those times when
we need someone to be our legs, our arms, our friend.
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