So my brother and I were driving back to my $70,000 apartment that I let him live in in exchange for being my driver until I buy a new car (I idiotically bought a hybrid car and I had a terrible accident which flipped it over and also destroyed the mainframe and the axles).
We were driving into the complex where I own a condominium and we see a baby running on the street, towards a major road. Ten seconds later I'm out of the car, literally sprinting at probably 20mph in order to save the baby. I ran so fast that I tripped, flipped right over onto my head and then my knees but I got up despite the unimaginable pain (my left knee is totally shattered) and continued to dart after the baby, collecting her, and returning her to her grandmother who was not fast enough to get the girl herself.
So yes, I'm a beer-swilling redneck badass who don't take shit from no one but I saved the baby and I felt a natural high (also meth and alcohol) knowing that I saved her. I am in terrible pain and I've been taking morphine for about two days, but THIS IS THE BEST THING I EVER DID. This is why God made me, clearly.
Get into a fight. Get into a fight with someone you're angry with. It's easy to beat the ever-living shit out of them. But saving a baby?
WHY AM I NOT ON THE NEWS?
I don't care - I still saved the baby despite the shattering of my left kneecap and it was worth it. Everyone say "Allison is Great."
'Cause I am.
-@llison Fairweather
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