I Hope I Would Have The Guts
Joseph Richardson was walking down the street in Chicago with his four year old daughter when a car jumped the curb, headed right for them.
The choice wasn’t live or die, it was one coffin or two, and Richardson did the only thing he could. He snatched up his daughter and lifted her into the air as the car smashed into him. He was killed, she’s in the hospital. Richardson was 39, same age as me.
The driver? Drunk.
Comment by Patti Abbott
How about doing a Friday book for me next Friday or the Friday after? If I already asked and you said no, remind me and don’t feel bad because my daughter didn’t want to do one. I should have kept a list of people I asked.
Comment by Dean
Not the courage: I know I’d have that. I would just hope to have the presence of mind to do what he did.