I once did a heroic act.

I agreed with a friend to meet. I sit, I wait, there is a place there. A neighbor with a wheelchair. Mommy is from the category of throw and throw. With one hand he pumps the wheelchair, the other - then brew the beer, then shakes on the cell phone. The child in the wheelchair is crashing, and she’s fucking. And the most important thing to me in the sort of asleep - I have no strength. I will endure. There is no place nearby. Such a trouble.

I look at this mummy and the beast, "And what, I think, is stuck here, the dwarf?
There’s no other place?” and there’s really, this place... Well, not for a walk. Construction, passing part in two steps, cars there and there.
The child does not stop. Even if I stopped for a moment, I fell asleep.
This girl with a beer and a cell phone. And so it all gradually got me, just a guard. Just intended to call Sane, place to re-design - Mommy is running with a cigarette. “Woman, can’t you find a fire?” I lean into my pocket, and then I notice some strange movement in her back. Look at it, shit! A child’s wheelchair runs so fast on the lawn. It rolls, rolls through the edge, and right under the wheels of the orange self-driving on the left. This is the last thing I remember well. And then it all gets somewhat dumb.

I am not a person that is not heroic, but honestly, and not even very brave. In the rear of the enemy, I can only be seduced by a very large bunker. And here you can see some hiccups in the body happen independently of us at such moments, the consciousness is turned off, and some very different instincts are turned on. In short, I was thrown out of the store, I dropped my mom’s journey, and under this MAZ. Distance can be reached.
The brakes are folded, and FIG? Self-driving is not easy, the circle will not get up.
I pushed out the wheelchair, I wanted to jump off myself, and right under the right wheel of this MAZ – fucking! As Alexander Matrosov said, falling on the dota’s embrasure – “The Abyss Ice!” The last thing I remember is slowly flowing from somewhere on top black orange.

I came to myself, I stood in the middle of the road, the people around, everybody cheats, the driver runs his eyes with his hands holds, my mom has a seizure, the crashes flash, mints, and the ambulance for something. I stood in the middle of the road and laughed. Sanya shakes her shoulder, the aunt in a white coat says, “It’s a shock. and hysterical. It passes »
What is hysteria? I look into the wheelchair, and this spinoff, which has been burning my nerves for an hour without stopping, is lying and melting on the mass! Everyone around you, shit, stands on your ears! And this bubble is sleeping like nothing else, just cuddling!

Meanwhile, people around me already look at me with interest, explain something to each other, “Yes you what? This is the guy, right? Right under the wheel? I, almost entering the image of the hero, suddenly notice that something is wrong in my body. I listen and understand that writing to me, no matter how strange, I no longer want to. I wanted to – o-go how! But the jeans, at least press out. And under the wheel of Maza is such a small, but little-explained hole. Then I catch Sanya’s hand, and drag to the car, saying, “Sanya, cleaning the salon at my expense. Just get out of here before it starts!” and we whistled.

Well, actually, and that’s all. This is how I once committed a heroic act, but I could not swim in the rays of glory, because in the process of the heroic act naturally drowned. I am sorry.