http://www.cnn.com/2014/01/21/us/new-york-boy-saves-family-fire/
This sad story has emotionally effected me so deeply that I felt it necessary to start a blog. I can't stop thinking about the 8 year old boy, Tyler. I was 8 years old once. I am now a father of 2 boys, ages 4 and 2. I love being a father. It is also terrifying to me. The world is a wonderful and dangerous place especially for the most vulnerable among us.
Some people might say that Tyler was simply obeying his instincts for species preservation. Or maybe that what he did wasn't uncommon or special. They might say that any of us would have done the same thing. I think those people would be wrong. I consider Tyler to be exceptional. He showed a bravery and a love that I find almost incomprehensible.
I think of the love that Tyler had for his grandpa. His mother states that they were best friends. This is something that I don't relate to as one of my grandfathers passed away long before I was born. My other grandfather had 60+ other grandchildren so being best friends with one of them was probably not in the cards. I can imagine his love however. I see how my boys look at my dad. How they climb into his lap and feel his strength, warmth, and safety just as I used to many years ago.
I wish I was there. I wish I could have helped Tyler save his best friend.
