WordPress has issued this Daily Prompt:
Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?
Just yesterday I was remembering this awful situation and now I read this Daily Prompt. At the risk of having you think less of me, I will tell you about a giant fail on my part in “derring-do.” (Why must these things be misspelled by WordPress, I ask you?)
We were invited to a concert given by a posh chorale group in a well-heeled college town. The choir director, a talented composer, had written an African mass to be debuted this day, and there was quite the buzz of excitement and anticipation in the well-attended audience. Bongo drums and other authentic African instruments were on stage. The members of the large and quite renowned chorale group lined up to sing. The director, a young man, made his entrance in full African regalia with a brightly colored shawl holding his baby on his back, papoose-style. The purpose of the baby remains a mystery.
The music began. Being somewhat sensitive to hearing damage, my eyes were fixed on the baby to make sure he had ear plugs in. I couldn’t tell whether he did and as the music got louder, I got a little edgy. Little did I know what was about to happen.
Suddenly the music got much louder and more frenetic. The choir was singing joyfully at the top of their lungs and the choir director, who had been banging away on the drums, now began leaping across the stage like a mad gazelle in some imitation of an African dance.
But he had a baby on his back. A baby whose head was not secured properly and was now flopping back and forth as his father cavorted across the stage.
Oh, I can’t tell you what I was feeling. Such anxiety. Such panic. What was I to do? Is it just me who sees this? My internal squirming became external as I looked over at the woman to my left. Our eyes met.
“Do you see that baby’s head?” I asked. She nodded and said, “I’m an ER nurse and I’ve seen shaken babies. I’m notifying security.” She scrambled over her neighbors into the aisle and disappeared.
And, blessedly, the music stopped almost immediately after she left her seat. The applause for that first song wound down, and the choir director began to introduce the next piece. Suddenly, way off to my right and out of sight, he was interrupted by the bright and chipper voice of one brave soul.
In a distinct British accent and with great authority she said, “Excuse me. A number of us are growing quite concerned with the way your baby’s head is being thrown about. Won’t you please remove…..” and she was promptly drowned out by relieved applause.
The baby was removed. The concert went on. And I was left to contemplate my own lack of courage in this situation.
Derring-do? I think not. I hope I do better next time.
Thanks for reading,