Greatness isn't always a big ThingA Story by C. Lee BattagliaA true life memo...Greatness isn't always a big Thing Written by: C. Lee Battaglia I watched them. Silently. As they hit the Man, I hid in the shadows of the night. They took his wallet. They ripped the clothes off of his back. As they left, I walked over to the naked man. He was covered in his own blood. He was knocked unconscious. So I picked up the small man into my arms and walked to my home. I cleaned his wounds and washed the dirt off. I bandaged him up. I gave him some spare clothes. Then let him sleep. I had noticed that the man had a small piece of paper in his hand. It was a picture of a women and a new born child. I figured that was his wife and kid. The man was probably on his way home or to the grocery store to pick up some food for his wife and kid. What if I hadn't been there at that moment? He would have died in the freezing weather. The morning came and the man slowly arose to his feet. "What happened? Where am I?" The man asked me. "You were mugged. Your now at my home…" "Why did you-" he stammered, "Why did you help me?" "Oh my dear man, I couldn't just leave you there to die… I brought you to my home because you needed someone to set you back on your feet to walk back to your family." He started to cry as he asked, "How can I ever repay you?" "Only one thing, walk back home and give your wife a kiss. Tell her that you love her and make sure that your little boy gets the love that he deserves." Crying he said, "May god bless you." I gave him a hug and said, "Greatness isn't always a big thing." © 2015 C. Lee BattagliaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorC. Lee BattagliaAlpine, UTAboutMy name is C. Lee Battaglia and I love to read… I read so much that my Mom grounds me from reading and tells me to go do something else. I am 20 years old. I hated reading when I was little .. more..Writing
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