CELEBRATING UNSUNG HEROES ALL OVER THE WORLD
Team Cobraman would like to especially thank everyone who has stepped out of their comfort zone to help a fellow human being. YOU ARE A HERO and deserve the spotlight right here on Cobraman hero page. We encourage everyone to send us stories of heroism along with a photo via email. It is our hope and prayer that the stories here will encourage human beings to love and help one another at any cost.
For almost eight years, Glen Amirault and his dog Duke have helped make the lives of Northwood Halifax residents a bit brighter.
With his bright red scarf, enthusiastic wagging tail and love of attention, Duke is a people pleaser.
“There was a lady in her late 80s or early 90s who had Alzheimers. She wouldn’t talk to anyone. She’d be sitting there in her wheelchair all day, her husband by her side very, very faithfully every day,” Amirault recalled.
“She never moved and this one day, all of a sudden, she put her hand out and started talking to Duke. Not a lot, but she began speaking to him. She talked. That’s what dogs do.”
Duke, a very spry 11 year-old yellow Labrador retriever, fit into Northwood from the very beginning.
“A lot of these people had pets when they were living in their own homes … A lot of them had dogs that resembled him, and they’re going back to their earlier years in a positive way,” Amirault said.
“Some of them, he’ll lie by their feet. One lady
insists he jump on her bed and he does. He won’t jump on anybody else’s
bed, but she wants him on the bed so she can pet him better.
He’s just a glutton for attention.”
In addition to being a regular Wednesday visitor to Northwood for the past seven and a half years, Duke is the reason Amirault logged more than 300 volunteer hours at the continuing care facility in 2016.
“Everybody loved him and they petted him and fawned all over him. And I thought well I can do more than bring him in once a week, I can maybe do other things,” he said.
“Through the amazing (recreation programmer) Renée Patterson I found out how much there was to do at Northwood. The process began then and it evolved.”
From weekly bingos and singing gigs to helping with new volunteer orientation and playing the role of Santa Claus, Amirault’s thousands of hours of volunteerism earned him a Sovereign’s Medal for Volunteers from Governor General David Johnston in June.
“I am passionate about what I do and I don’t really feel I deserve the medal,” he said. “I showed it to the seniors when I got it and said it’s because of you that I got this. You’re making me have a ball here.”
Amirault retired from teaching in 2004. When it came time to decide where to volunteer, he said it was an easy choice.
From his early childhood he’d always had what he calls “a reverence” for seniors. His son was involved in volunteerism as a child, and now Amirault brings his 10-year-old grandson along to Northwood.
“He loves it. I want my grandson to first of all have respect for seniors. That’s lacking in this world right now. Those seniors they’ve been there, they’ve done that, and we can learn from them,” he said.
“Some of them have no family, some have family who don’t go there and for those who have no visitors, when you can interact with them on a personal level it means the world to them…Somebody is showing them that they are still relevant, and that is why I still do it.”
Amirault said he doesn’t think of himself as a hero, and wanted to take the opportunity to encourage people to consider volunteering at Northwood.
“I get more than I give. Every time I go in there I feel better when I leave than when I walked in because at the end of the day…I know that I’ve seen so many smiles, laughs or giggles,” he said.
“I know I’ve made a difference in the lives of some of these residents who are mostly seniors. I’m a senior myself but I don’t see myself there yet. It’s a win-win situation and that gives me the most joy.”
Smile Books Project creates personalized books and coloring books for children dealing with long-term, life-threatening illnesses such as cancer. Part one of the process is straightforward: Interview the child about whom the book will be written, create the book and gift a smile to that child as they see themselves portrayed as the hero of a story.
A masked gunman carrying two guns entered the church from the back after fatally shooting a woman outside, police said. He then walked through the church silently, shooting six more people before he was subdued by an usher, police said. Police later recovered another pistol and a shotgun from the suspect’s vehicle.
22-year-old usher named Robert Caleb Engle, tackled the gunman and suffered injuries when he was pistol whipped. In the struggle, the shooter shot himself, although it wasn’t clear if it was on purpose or an accident. Engle retrieved his own gun from his car and held the man until police arrived, police said.
Dave the dog is being hailed a hero after helping to save a family who got into difficulty in the sea off Hayling Island beach.
14-year-old daughter and 19-year-old niece both were being swept out to
sea at the entrance to Langstone harbour. Nicola jumped in to help, but
got into trouble herself.
Luckily for the family, dog walker Guy and his son were passing at the time with Dave and Baxter.
When Clayton Cook jumped off a park bridge and into the water while posing for wedding photos, his bride, Brittany, thought he was playing a prank on her. Seconds later, she realized it wasn't a prank at all.
Several feet below, a little boy struggling to keep his head above water.
Clayton saw the boy in the water struggling to keep his head up. "That's when he jumped into the water and saved him.
You are the storyteller of your own life and you create your own legend or not’ said Chilean American author, Isabel Allende, the world’’s most read Spanish language writer. I have a large number of ancestors that were saints or heroes or both, and even have a former self in that category, but I have never thought of my present self as being a hero so I was somewhat surprised when Russell B Wilson (Cobraman) posted this message on my FaceBook time-line page, “Read a little bit about your missionary work and dedication to persons with disability. You certainly deserve the spotlight on Cobraman's hero page. http://www.cobraman.org/heroville.” So I clicked on the www.cobraman.org link which has the logo “Cobraman Heroes”, subtitle “Tell us about your good deed.”
Looking back over my biblically-promised three score and ten years, now that I’m 70, I think maybe the whole of my biblically-promised three score and ten years have been my good deed. I say that because it was none of my making. I’m only a workaholic zombie on autopilot. And nothing I have ever done has taken me much effort. All I have ever striven to be is a little bit better at what I do today than I managed to do yesterday. I didn’t even have any thought for tomorrow, because, if there is any absolute truth I have learned in my life, to date, it is, there is no guarantee of tomorrow. If it comes, it comes. And if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I don’t recall how young I was when I stumbled on this realization. But it must have been when I was very young, because I have a lingering memory of having my first tutorial on the issue, from God Himself, before I was even born. It happened because I died in the womb of oxygen starvation as my umbilical cord wrapped round my neck in the birthing process and cut off my blood supply from my mother’s, and Grim Reaper flew my soul and spirit to Heaven, for God to have and to hold, and walk, talk and play with, to comfort them lest the trauma of dying ignominiously like that make them seriously ill and unable to carry on, and, then, when the crash team in the maternity ward of the hospital where my mother was re-oxygenated me, and tried to resuscitate me, God flew them back down Himself and merged them into my body and brain by pouring Himself and them into my body and brain and flying back without them, for them to kick start my body and brain back to life, on the second attempt of the crash team to resuscitate me.
My second trip to Heaven and back was two days later, when my body and brain stopped working due to a car accident, when my father was driving my mother and me home from hospital. The third was before dawn the next day, when my body and brain stopped working in my sleep, due to asphyxiation by smoke from the fire in the parlour below the bedroom where I slept. My soul and spirit led those of my mother and father to heaven and those of my mother’s maternal grandfather also, whom we lived with, as it was his cottage not theirs. This occasion felt predestined as the souls and spirits of all our ancestors were waiting for us in Heaven, as if it had been pre-arranged, and acted as witnesses of a service of dedication of me, by my mother and father, to serve God’s meaning and purpose, until the end of my days here on earth, after which our souls and spirits flew back to earth and kick started our bodies and brain back to life again.
The reason they had all been there, was because I was just the next link in the chain, of a family mission that originated in the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve had contracted Autism by eating the fruit of the tree of good and evil, contrary to God’s will, and therefore, although they loved nature, they weren’t good at cultivating it much, to provide them with enough food to live on, so they were net takers not givers and hence parasites on the earth and an entropy of the universal energy supply of the universe. Cain and Abel had inherited Autism genetically from Adam and Eve, and were an entropy of the universal energy supply of the universe also. God saw that this made his creation unsustainable, so, he made the third son of Adam and Eve contract Asperger’s Syndrome from a sliver of the heartwood of the tree of good and evil pushed into his brain via his forehead to make a third eye by God. This opened his mind to knowledge, for the name of was the tree of knowledge, good and evil, not simply good and evil, and the knowledge was perceived via this third eye, which was a seeing eye, but not a seeing eye like the other two. It saw logic, it saw harmony, it saw chaos, it saw pattern even in chaos. Indeed it was a mystical and esoteric eye that would be unique to the bloodline of Seth, for ever and ever, to counteract eternally the entropy that Adam and Eve and Cain and Abel brought on the universe.
There was a direct bloodline of ancestors between Seth and me, so I inherited their mission from God to curb the entropy of the universe caused by the other branches from his father, mother and siblings. When we came back to life that morning in Grampa’s cottage, my mum, dad and Grampa made the fire in the parlour safe, before my mum and dad left for work. She worked at a nearby quarry as a weighbridge clerk and he worked three miles further on at a coalmine, as a shift manager underground. As soon as they left the house, Grampa gave me some breakfast and a change of clothes, and began pre-schooling me, then, after lunch, he and I flew back to heaven for me to tutorials from God and my other ancestors, while he sat and talked with his wife, there, as she had been one of the first casualties of the First World War, ‘torched’ as a witch by a ‘white feather campaign’. The family were predominantly conscientious objectors on religious grounds, in the First World War and the Second, and I was born before the Second World War ended. Hence my mum and dad were under threat of assassination, so my father, who had been a professional bare knuckle boxer between the wars, when he was not working underground, could protect my mother on her way to work, then catch a bus to the colliery where he worked, and pick her up on his way home each day. I too was a target of the assassins of the white feather, and they attacked me when I started attending County Junior School at age seven and a half, but I suicide ideated and foiled all their assignation attempts on me, until I was on my way home from qualifying professionally as an Esquire to sail to Canada to begin a career of developing missionary settlements for our church around the worlds as part of the socio-economic development of the Commonwealth of Nations. I never got to begin that career, as they cracked my head open and sliced up my brain and I needed 15 years retraining to remain in the UK and work. But I had a brilliant 50 years improving the health, wealth, happiness, security and living standards of billions of people around the world, attached not only to the UK, but the EU and USA also. Just before reaching the age of 50, I was diagnosed by a private consultant clinical psychiatrist hired by my employer, as all my work was covered by the official secrets act because it was crown business. This placed my legal competence to do that work in jeopardy, so I fought it and won. However, it caused so much anxiety to all my professional colleagues that my boss asked me to coach and counsel them to keep them from committing suicide, so I did that by intranet until they all retired, then went global with the internet, and have been an autie / aspie advocate, activist, coach and counsellor ever since; written 5 Amazon best sellers in that genre and am a featured author on the America On Line newspaper Huffington Post; and am the sole proprietor, chief executive officer and managing director of The County Surveyors Society International Ltd NFP Company which I’ve dedicated to helping auties and aspies around the world who have difficulty coping with and succeeding in state compulsory education systems as they are designed by neurotypicals for neurotypicals, not auties and aspies for auties and aspies.
David Adrian Thomas, Esq., M.C.I.H.T.
Boslau saved Teresa Samano, 58, from drowning on Sunday, Aug. 7, 2016. She had been floating on an inner tube and reached the impoundment for the Pacific Power hydro dam and held to a buoyed cable spanning the river.
Upstream on a paddleboard, Boslau, 30, heard Samano’s family called for help and paddled to the cable. He lowered himself, untangled the woman from the cable and inner tube, and directed her to hold onto his board as he sat atop it.
A fearless, goat-herding dog that refused to leave his livestock behind during the raging California wildfires miraculously survived the deadly blaze, according to his owner. "By 11:10 we could see the first of the flames across the valley. By 11:15 they were growing larger and the winds went mad,” the dog owner wrote. “We had loaded up the dogs and cats, but Odin, our stubborn and fearless Great Pyrenees would not leave the goats. Even under the best of circumstances it is nearly impossible to separate Odin the dog from the goat. I made a decision to leave him, and I doubt I could have made him come with us if I tried"
For years, Saja Pahad village in Chhattisgarh’s Koriya district faced water shortage. Villagers found it difficult to quench the thirst of their cattle, but they did not know what to do. And the government, too, did nothing.
Then one day 15-year-old Shyam Lal decided to take his spade and dig a pond. Fellow villagers laughed at him. But the tribal teenager was determined.
Lal identified a spot in the forest in and kept digging — for 27 years, according to villagers.
The result is nothing less than that of Bihar’s mountain man, Dashrath Manjhi — a one-acre 15-feet deep pond, which is filled with the elixir of life.
“No one helped me in my work, neither the administration nor the villagers,” the 42-year-old beams proudly, adding that he did it for the welfare of the people and the cattle of his village.
Villagers hail him as a role model and saviour. Ramsaran Bargar (70), a local who witnessed Shyam toil through the years, says, “The pond is now used by everyone and we are all thankful to him.”
Wayne is the lead organizer, host, fund raiser, announcer,
occasional grocery shopper and all around leader for the Food For Life
Community Dinner; every Wednesday evening anyone needing a good meal and
a safe place to relax for a few hours is welcomed by a dedicated group
of volunteers headed up by Wayne.
All of the workers are volunteers from the community as is
Wayne…yes, he has a full-time day job too but puts in countless hours of
his own time overseeing and managing the community dinner, making sure
the homeless and marginalized folks in the community have a place to go
for a free meal every week.
Throughout the summer when the community dinner is not operating Wayne makes sure there are still a number of take-out meals ready every Wednesday for delivery to the many homeless folks in the area. All this is done with a smile and an infectious enthusiasm that energizes the volunteers around him and brings a sense of trust to the many needy guests coming to the dinner every week.
The three girls leapt into action and worked together to pull the swimmer to the beach because the intense current prevented them from reaching the pier ladder.
The terrifying attack unfolded when the brothers-in-law spotted a teenager riding a bike without number plates through East London about 7pm on August 21- with the pair quickly realising the vehicle was likely to have been stolen.
They followed the thief, who was aged about 16, on their own bike into Canning Town Recreation Ground.
Speaking exclusively to Sun Online Luis, 37, said: "We stopped, I grabbed his arm and said 'hey that bike is stolen, where is the key'.
"He whistled and three seconds later six or seven guys aged 16 or 17 appeared.
"We picked up the bikes and tried to get out but the guys stayed on the path. We tried to cut across the grass and I fell down and the guys come over for me.
"My brother-in-law helped me and they started a fight. After seconds they go and Lincoln told me 'I have knife wounds' and I said 'me too'."
Officer Steve Perez wanted to do his duty.
That courage and sense of honour tragically made him the latest victim of Hurricane Harvey.
The 34-year veteran of the Houston Police Department drowned in his cruiser in the raging floodwaters of the epic storm that has killed at least 15 people and caused billions in damages.
Letting the children and women escape, Vernon then positioned himself between Brown and the door and fended off Brown until police arrived. He suffered two slashed arteries in his left hand and damaged a tendon in a finger.
Tremayne Brown rescued 12-year-old Renaldo Reynolds from raging floodwaters.