Breezy Sunday morning it was, with a passing rain. Mickey and I met at MacDonald’s and we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. It was great to see each other on a cool weekend morning, just having breakfast and soaking up each other’s company. Life is great when you realize gleefully that you will not have Monday blues!! Okay, at least for the coming Monday.
We proceeded to take a walk at Causeway Point hand-in-hand; we walked towards an escalator and witnessed how an old lady was trying to get on the quick-moving steps with the aid of her friend, but unfortunately she lost balance and had her right leg about 3 steps beneath!! She flailed her arms wildly in the air attempting to grab hold of the railing on her right, only to realise her arm was injured and bandaged. Her weak arms hit against the moving escalator and we watched her grimace in pain.
‘EEKS!! QUICK GO GO GO!!!’ I screeched and shoved Mickey up the escalator instinctively.
He ran up the steps and paused for one second, analyzing the situation; he swiftly went up the steps and caught hold of the lady in distress. I watched with bated breath as Mickey counted ‘One, two, three.’ steadily and lifted her up so that both her legs were on one step. Next was the most terrifying scene, I was so frightened the old lady would not be able to make it out of the escalator exit; trip and get her leg stuck in the monstrous escalator. I gaped at the scene unfolding before me, ‘One.. two.. three..’ he counted and with sheer grace and strength, he lifted her up and out of the hazardous machine.
It was a glorious moment – the old lady thanked Mickey profusely and patted him on the shoulder. It was absolutely overwhelming, the picture before me was a moment of relief, a moment of courage, a moment of kindness, a moment of truth, and I felt my heart soar with warmth and tears welling up. It was almost like a mother witnessing her son receiving his doctorate certificate, I was so proud of my baby, and so happy for him.
I smiled at him and took his hand as we left. He looked slightly shaken and his eyes were red and welled up with tears. ‘What’s wrong?? Are you okay??’ He turned around and we watched the old lady hobble away.
‘She’s so pitiful! She’s already injured and almost got hurt again,’ his voice almost a whimper. ‘She’s okay now…’ I comfort my poor boy and pull his face towards me, rewarding him with a good, long kiss on his cheek. I squeeze his hand supportively and we go on our day and way.
I always thought Mickey was a great dude to come my way, now I know I’m really lucky to have met him!
