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Hank and his brother, Isaac, were in the backyard. They
were playing in the tree house when it began to sprinkle. “I
think we should go in the house,” said Hank. “It is about to
storm.” So the two boys climbed down the ladder and ran to the
house. When they got into the kitchen, they each grabbed a
cookie from the plate on the stove and called to their mom.
“Mom,” Isaac yelled. “It is starting to rain.” As they
entered the living room, they saw their mom lying on the floor.
“Hank, why is mom sleeping on the floor?” Isaac asked his brother.
Hank got on his knees beside his mom and he shook her and shouted, “Mommy,
Wake Up!” She didn’t answer, so Hank tried again. Isaac began to cry.
“Don’t worry, Isaac. It will be okay,” Hank said, but Hank had to think quickly. He was
only eight years old, what could he do? Hank was the oldest and he was the ONLY one
who could help.
Then he remembered how Grandma used to play a game with him. She would
pretend to be a 911 operator. She would ask him questions like, “What is your name?”
“What is your address?” He had learned all the right answers, so he knew what to do.
Hank grabbed the phone and punched in the numbers 911. A lady answered the phone
and said, “911, what is your emergency?” Hank was shaking so he took a deep breath
and said, “Hello. My name is Hank Robinson. My mom is on the floor. She looks like
she is sleeping, but I can’t wake her up.” Then the lady asked Hank all the questions he
had practiced with Grandma. He remembered to speak loudly and clearly because it was
important. If the lady did not understand him, she could not help mommy. So again
Hank took a deep breath and said, “I live at 1203 Oak Street, in Madison.”
What is Hank is a hero?