Everyone has one, whether they have it listed out or not.
Skydive. Bungee-jump. Eat a Rocky Mountain Oyster.
You know the list. Some call it a Bucket List.
Drive a race-car. Hit a home run. Dunk a basketball.
Things you want to do before you die.
Become a dad. Travel to Istanbul. Live in a house on the beach.
Some are silly. Some are very serious. Some are in between.
Kiss a girl taller than you. Run into a burning building. Get paid to play a sport.
I have crossed some off my list. My list does not stop growing, but I like it that way.
Last Thursday, I got to cross one off...it was actually two, but they sorta went together.
Run into a burning building...be someones hero.
As Claire and I got to the parking lot and saw the flames on the fifth floor, we realized it was not a drill. Our place was not in danger and even if it was, it is just stuff. Claire and I were safe.
Our neighbor, however, did not think he was that lucky. His apartment is directly below the one on fire. There were no firemen, yet. Our neighbor realized his cat was in danger.
I hate cats. You can put "Eat a cat" on my bucket list. Mostly out of spite. I prefer dogs. They are much more my speed. Cats are too aloof, moody and mean. I hear they taste like chicken.
Our neighbor's cat had run under the bed when the alarm went off and could not be coaxed out. As our neighbor sat there worrying about his cat, I asked him why don't you just run up there and get it. "I am scared" he said.
"Give me your keys" I replied curtly. And Claire did say I was very curt with him. I prefer to call it hero mode.
He looked at me and thought for a second. "Give me your keys, I will go get your cat!" I was not asking anymore. I was in hero mode.
"No, we will go together. Just don't leave me."
Really, he said that.
So we ran...up four flights of stairs...down the hallway...through his door. I lifted his bed and he climbed under and grabbed the cat. We ran out.
Yes, we saw smoke. It was so cool.
The next day I was walking down the hallway and bumped into him and his family. He was getting what was left of his stuff out of the apartment. The flames did not get down to his place, but the water from the fire hoses and sprinklers did. Most everything was ruined.
I asked him what his plans were. We chatted for a second...then he stopped mid-sentence and introduced me to his family.
"This is the guy I was telling you about. This is my hero. He saved my cat."
What is on your bucket list?