Even though it was drizzling I walked my dog this morning.

I got halfway down the block when I saw a man lying on the ground across the street.

People walked by him as if he was a shrub.

No one stopped even tough some looked down at him and kept walking.

Now I have a history of being a hero.

Once in Vero Beach I once caught and held a pelican while a fisherman cut a fishline around its mouth to the applause of passersby.

For the scientific part of this blog I will tell you that pelicans are surprisingly light. It seems they are all feathers.

Back to today.

I pulled Debby across the street to save the day for this poor man.

He was semi conscious. His eye’s were fluttering.

“Can you speak?”.

He tried to answer but he couldn’t.

“Just lie still. I’ll call for help”

I called 911.

“Don’t move” I said. “Help will be here soon. I won’t leave you”

I reached down and held his hand for comfort.

Needless to say Debby wasn’t at all happy about this.

In fact I’d almost say her attempting to bite the guy suggests that there is only one hero in my family and it ain’t her.

It had gotten pretty rainy by then but neither rain, sleet nor snow will stop a hero!

Or a pissed off dog.

The ambulance finally came.

The EMS lady came down.and looked at the man.

I started to give her what medical information I had gleaned.

I started with. “semi conscious…”

She interrupted me.

“Save it. This guy’s drunk as a skunk”

Did I say hero?

I meant schmuck.

Now Zen