Slow Wit

Winston Groom saw through the jewel of simplicity when he wrote Forrest Gump. In his remarkable portrayal, Tom Hanks wonderfully reenacted little bits of heroisms done on very ordinary days.

I was the invited speaker at a Young Professionals retreat. During the avocational break, we were at a spring pool. There is something about organic ponds that is truly relaxing. Everyone was unguarded and aqua-socializing.

Through the murkiness, I just decided to take some laps. On my third turnaround, my left foot hit some kind of flesh underneath. When my right foot paddled down, it hit the same. I decided to turn and dive through with curiosity.

My wife was a varsity swimmer. She once warned me about the dangers of rescuing drowning persons. A host of good people have been locked in arms of panic to their demise. I totally forgot this lesson.

As I lunged, I felt two hands pull me abruptly with adrenalin force. Before I knew it, there was a face writhed in confusion ... her contorted grab was so tight ... we were plummeting down fast! It was then that I figured to play dead to court her release. When she realized that I was nothing but dead weight, she freed me. I hit rock bottom and while standing at the pool base, I spotted her two restless feet about three inches above my head.

I grabbed both and with whatever little strength I had, propped her up to as high as I could. The leverage was all that she needed to surface her head above water.

When I finally surfaced to the concerted applause of the crowd, the young wife (whom I later learned was three months pregnant), kept on hugging me with gratitude for saving her life.

I was in daze for this. I had nothing to do with the rescue. I was just there ... due to the simplicity of the Life Saver who made sure that three lives be spared that one ordinary day.

It was such a Forrest Gumpy moment.