Luke and I are in the same class. We often play basketball on the school
basketball court. One afternoon, Luke and I were bouncing the ball on the
basketball court. After an hour, we decided to go for a drink at Pak Kia's
stall. On seeing us, Pak Kia greeted us warmly.
After our drink, we started to
walk home. We had to cross a busy road near Pak Kia's stall. I asked Luke, "My
father is coming to fetch me. How about you?'
Luke replied, "I'll take the bus home."
We were standing at the roadside and were about to cross the busy road when
we saw a girl come running down the road. As she did not see me standing there,
she knocked into me. She said, "I'm so sorry."
I looked curiously at the girl. Oh dear! She was crying. I wondered why she
The girl said quickly, "It's my father. He is at home. He had a heart
And she continued, "I'm looking for a taxi. The taxis will not stop."
I knew that it was difficult to get a taxi on this busy road. However, I also
knew the girl's father had to go to hospital. The girl looked very worried. Her
father might die at home.
Without hesitation, I offered to help. "I
am waiting for my father. I will phone him to come now."
The girl replied, "You will? Oh, thank you so much!"
So I quickly phoned my father to ask him to come at once. In a very urgent
tone, I told him about the man's heart attack. "Please come now, Dad. Someone
may die of a heart attack!"
Meanwhile, Luke and I ran to the girl's house. the old man was lying on the
floor looking very pale. The girl ran to her father. I helped her to get the old
man up to his feet. It was not an easy task as the old man was a big man.
Moreover, he was very weak. He could not stand up at all. Fortunately, Luke and
I were strong boys. We managed to drag the old man all the way to the grout
By then, my father was outside waiting for us. He got out of the car and
rushed over to help us. We reached the hospital in ten minutes. The hospital
attendants were waiting with a stretcher. They carried the old man inside the
hospital and put him in Ward 5.
The doctor checked him and told the girl who was looking very concerned,
"Luckily, you all brought him to the hospital on time. And now, we have to
perform surgery on him. He should survive the surgery."
The girl turned to Luke, my father and me. She
extended her hand and thanked us for helping her.
She then introduced herself to us. She said, "I am Janet. I don't know how to
thank you all for saving my father's life." Her voice started to break with
emotion. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
My father replied, "The fact that your father is going to be all right is
enough thanks for us." Luke and I agreed. We shared this
mutual feeling that saving someone in need and seeing that person
coming out of it well was the best reward we could ever have.