One evening, while I was washing dishes, floodwaters suddenly began rising fast, cutting the electricity and filling our home with muddy water. I quickly grabbed my two children, Liam and Nora, and ran upstairs as the living room disappeared underwater. My phone was dead, and the storm outside was relentless.
Suddenly, I saw a man waist-deep in the floodwaters, wearing a bright yellow coat. His voice was calm but firm as he told me to pass the kids to him. Without hesitation, I handed Liam and then Nora to him. He held them securely and moved carefully through the water as if he knew exactly where to step.
Soon, a rescue boat arrived, and he safely handed the children on board before turning back to help others. When I asked his
