I found out today that a friend lost her son this weekend. We are connected through the crazy dance world, and she is a really amazing teacher who took my niece Cinnamon aka RubySue under her wing, and really helped her learn and explore. Since Cinnamon struggles with Asperger’s, she can be a handful, but Miss JA lovingly took her under her wing, and gave her a great dance experience.
Along with this connection, Miss JA’s daughter danced on the same team with my daughter on our first year at a new studio, and she was so sweet and kind. Always smiling.
And this weekend she almost lost her life, when she fell into a raging river. All of Utah’s rivers are raging, really, right now, because we have had one hell of a snowpack along with cool temps well into summer.
Miss JA’s daughter was fishing with her brother, and accidentally fell in. And her brother immediately, without thought, when in after her. He never came out, although she made her way to the bank and found a passerby who called or helped her call 911.
He never came out. They found his body later that afternoon. And he went into the water to save his 16-year-old sister.
Hers was a life worth saving, but so was his. I would think he gave his life pretty selflessly, without even thinking about it. I’m guessing it never even entered his mind NOT to enter the water, because his sister needed his help.
And if he were still here, and had to do it over again, he would probably do the same thing.
Because that is the true definition of a hero, and of love.
My heart goes out to this family suffering such a monumental loss.
Godspeed, GG. You are now, and will always be a hero. Period.