Hero - My Father - Continue...

My dad was a civic engineer and he always was in the field and wore the same uniform with workers. He made good relationship with workers, I heard that he never acted arrogant or impolite to the workers like some of the engineers during that time.

One day when I was in the elementary school, my dad came home late with his uniform full of blood and everybody was in shock. Finally we learned he was not the one got hurt, he actually saved a worker's life that night. I was scared to look at his tired face and blooded uniform. Late afternoon that day, he was on the field with a lots of workers and constructing a project, suddenly a hook from the heavy crank in the air dropped right into a worker's head, my father rushed to him and used some clothing and his hands to cover his head all the way to the hospital. I didn't know how my father did it, but later on doctors said that person could be dead if my father didn't do that or a little late.

That worker later on insisted on calling my grandma as his god-mother, and he considered my father as his big brother and his family became our most frequently visiting guests in our house until both my parents passed away. I called him Uncle since then. He got 5 children. And he was the only one to bring money to home at that time.

Uncle was always full of tears when he told us about that fatal accident and he told me and my brothers that my dad gave his life back, he said not everyone could do that because it's too scary at scene.

My dad never told us the details, later on I heard some of them from his friends who worked with him at that time. He said he didn't think much at that moment and just did it. So I always think my dad was a hero to me.