Some excitement yesterday.
My brother, Richard Doran, saved his landlady’s life.
Here is the link to the news video report.
And here is a note I sent to a couple of friends yesterday.
He breathed in a lot of goop, but he’s OK. His landlady went to the hospital.
She was in her truck in the parking lot, and for some reason, the truck accelerated suddenly, and went right through the garage door. She was knocked clean out. The truck kept accelerating and the tires caught on fire. The asphalt also started to melt.
Her husband couldn’t see in the garage, because the smoke filled the room immediately, and she was also trapped in the truck.
My brother went in blind and got to her through the passenger door, but the powder from the airbags only made things worse and he was nearly overcome. He managed to turn off the engine and drag the lady out of the truck.
He heard my nephew in the parking lot calling for him, and told the boy to keep calling so he could crawl for the sound.
To top it off, my bro had just taken time off from work to recover from Lyme Disease, which he picked up from a tick bite on his last visit here a few weeks ago, so he’s not exactly chipper.
My nephew was a little trooper, and got pillows and sheets and all and really kept his head. He is only 11.
Boy, am I proud – and relieved no one was seriously hurt.
I am busting with admiration for the three generations of menfolk in my family who do hard – and often thankless – police work. To say nothing of my long-suffering mum who has had to put up with it all these years!
I draw comics, but I know who the real superheroes are.
