An act of heroism? Ummm, hardly. But this is what some people at work are saying now. To me, a heroic act is one where you put your own life in danger or do something extra-human that defies science/logic/human ability to do so. What I did yesterday was none of that. The only part I didn't know was if there was going to be a fire. Vehicle rolling around like that, who knows what will happen. But there was no fire and all I did was open up the door to let them out, console the little girls until they were happy again and just make sure they were okay.
I didn't know what to say to that yesterday after I finally made it back to the yard. Umm, well not really, just did what anyone else would (or should anyway) do in the same situation. But, of course as I have lamented on Facebook - the other drivers in the other vehicles did not bother to stop and help and will leave me scratching my head for some time to come.
The intensity of the day has finally worn off of me. I think it was the added combination of watching that vehicle sliding all over the place and rolling plus the drivers not stopping plus approaching the vehicle and hearing people screaming and crying that got to me yesterday.
Whatever the case, it's the weekend. They are 2 days long. They go by so fast it's like they don't exist. I would like for once, to just sit home and do nothing at all. Just sit here and watch movies or just lay around. But there is stuff to be done and I will work for at least 4 hours today if not longer, depending on motivation levels and determination to get whatever I start on - done.
So whatever. Yup, just whatever. Strange times.