A Memory Man Production
You are proud of your eleven, going on twelve year old boy Keiran. He's a well behaved modest but talented sporty kid who seldom gets into trouble, but on those rare occasions you spank him.
Tonight you are watching TV when you hear a commotion in the kitchen and on investigating you find your wife going on at Keiran who is in the process of stripping off wet mud covered jeans; his sodden muddy shoes are already on the floor.
Under questioning he stubbornly refuses to explain how they got in that state. Eventually, frustrated by his intransigence you slide your belt through its loops and, taking advantage of his state of undress you leather him on the spot.
Next morning (Saturday) your wife is out shopping and Keiran is out playing football for his school when your local paper comes through the door and you see a front page headline.
Below it you see a picture, taken from the bridge, of Keiran standing calf deep in the river supporting the footrest of a motorised wheelchair (containing an extremely large lady passenger) that was hanging over a four foot drop into the river.
According to the report the lady had lost control driving along the bankside path, the wheels had slipped over the edge leaving her teetering on the edge. The boy had run down to help and not being strong enough to recover the chair used his mobile to call the emergency services before slithering down the bank to stand in the river to stabilise it.
Then whilst the distraught rescued occupant was being calmed down the boy quietly slipped away.
Later, when Keiran bursts in, ebullient with his team's victory you show him the paper. His face drops "Shh-I-TT" he exclaims, and quickly looks up apprehensively at you.
"Why on earth didn't you tell us?" You ask quietly
The immediate danger from his remark gone he started to look sheepish. "Sorry Dad" he explained. "But it wasn't brave or dangerous or anything and if I'd told you about it Mum would have started fussing all over me and then she'd have told the story at her club and I'd have had loads of old women patting me on the head and calling me a little hero or some such shi--rubbish.
He gave a rueful smile and rubbed his rump: "Sorry I was so awkward last night; I suppose I deserved that hiding and anyway it seemed like the best thing at the time. Now I'd just like to get my hands on the busybody to took that photo and gave it to the press"
Keiran appears to have to have forgiven you for last night but you are upset with yourself for your knee jerk reaction. Unfortunately though you can't unspank him.
How WILL you take it forward?