This boy! I got to talk to him last Sunday for Mother's Day and ask him some details about a little 'blurb' he had put in a letter to us a week before. The letter went something like this, "My companion and I were riding down the street and saw this guy beating a lady up really bad. She was screaming, 'He beat me! He raped me!' I ran over there and took care of business. No more details."
Are you kidding me? Well, you can bet that was the very first thing I asked him about on the phone last Sunday. Details were exactly what I wanted. After me threatening to fly to Galveston and kick his tushie if he didn't fess up and give the rest of the details, he finally told 'the rest of the story.'
The man did have a gun. Easton said he didn't care. He was just trying to save the lady. He punched him and knocked him out and then held him on the ground until the police came. The poor lady was in pretty bad shape and they were able to flag down an ambulance for her that was passing by. He gave his statement to the police and that was the end of that.
How is a mother to feel? Proud of her son for defending another human being who needed his help? Scared to death thinking he could have been shot or even killed? Humbled that Heavenly Father watched over him and blessed him for what he did? Grateful that he was in the right place at the right time? Relieved he is okay? I think all of the above. Saying I was filled with a mixture of emotions is quite the understatement. But I am very proud of my 'little' missionary son and the man that he is.
I love you, E! You are one of my heroes!
