A Washington man is rightfully being hailed a hero after charging into a burning home to save his eight-year-old niece.
Reports detail how 20-year-old Derrick Byrd suffered second and third-degree burns on his face, back, and arms, having rushed into the building when he became aware his niece was trapped.
Speaking to KOMO-TV, he said: “Even though I got burnt, I really didn’t care, though. I’d rather get burnt than her. She’s young. She’s still got a lot of stuff going for her. She’s a good kid.”
The fire, at a home in Aberdeen, Washington is believed to have started while Byrd and six other family members were inside, including his sister, Kayla, and her three children.
Byrd caught his nephews, Junior and Royce, when they jumped from a window on the second floor. His eight-year-old niece Mercedes, however, was too afraid to jump after having watched Kayla fall from the roof.
Without thinking, Byrd dashed back into the house to rescue her. Within moments, he could feel the flames on him.
“I could feel it burning me,” he explained.
“I got her and took my shirt off and put it around her face so she wouldn’t breathe in any smoke and I just carried her out as fast as I could.”
True hero
What’s more, despite suffering injuries, Byrd said he would do it again if he had to.
“I’d run back in there and do it again even if I got burnt worse or died.”
Commenting on all those dubbing him a hero, he simply replied: “I can’t say a hero. I’d just say for my niece and nephews, I wasn’t going to let them die.”
What a genuine hero Derrick Byrd truly is. In moments like that, people’s true colours are shown, and Derrick can certainly be proud of his.
Need a Pick-Me-Up? These Inspiring Stories Will Make Your Day Bright
Three people’s lives become connected through hope. From a boy’s lemonade stand to a grandmother’s special gift, see how acts of kindness and strong will can create life-changing results.
Life’s biggest changes often start with the smallest actions—a kind gesture, a cherished memory, or a simple dream pursued with effort. These three stories show how everyday moments can spark amazing transformations, reminding us that even in tough times, there is always a chance for light and hope.
Max’s Journey Home
Max had been living on the streets for as long as he could remember, though his memory wasn’t clear. His past was a blur, and all he had was the present: the cold pavement, the noise of the city, and a tattoo on his hand. This tattoo, with its intricate design, felt familiar but distant. It was the only connection to a life he had lost.
Despite his hard circumstances, Max never gave up. Each day, he wandered around asking people if they had any small jobs he could do. He wasn’t asking for charity, just work. “Anything you need? Just something for a meal,” he’d ask. Some people ignored him, others turned him away, but a few, noticing his sincerity, gave him jobs like sweeping or carrying groceries.
With the money he earned, Max bought clean clothes from thrift stores. Every Sunday, he made sure to look presentable enough to attend church. It wasn’t just about fitting in; it was about his faith. He believed that God hadn’t forgotten him.
One Sunday, something incredible happened. Max stood quietly in the back of the church as the priest began the service. Suddenly, a man in a sharp black suit walked in. His eyes landed on Max’s tattooed hand. The man’s expression changed to one of shock. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the same tattoo on his own wrist. Rushing over to Max, the man said, “Max? Is that really you?”
Max looked up, confused. “Do I know you?”
The man smiled through tears. “Max, it’s me, Patrick! We went to school together. Remember our matching tattoos? We promised to stay friends.”
Max blinked, the name triggering a faint memory. “Patrick…” he murmured.
“That’s right!” Patrick replied. “We were like brothers. What happened to you? We lost touch after graduation.”
Max shook his head. “I don’t remember much. One day, I woke up, and everything was gone—my memory, my life. All I had was this tattoo.”
Patrick placed a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Well, that ends today. You’re coming with me. We’ll figure this out.”
Max hesitated, unsure. “I’ve been like this for so long. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Patrick reassured him, “Start by coming home with me. You can stay with me until we figure things out. And don’t worry—my company could use someone with your work ethic. We’ll find you a role.”
For the first time in years, Max felt hope. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, Max. You’re family.”
After the service, Patrick took Max home. At Patrick’s apartment, Max was overwhelmed by the warmth and comfort. Patrick gave him fresh clothes and told him, “Take a shower, get cleaned up. Tomorrow, we’ll see a doctor about your memory.”
Max nodded, deeply grateful. “Thank you, Patrick. I don’t know how to repay you.”
Patrick smiled. “Just get better, Max. That’s all I want.”
Over the next few weeks, Max slowly rebuilt his life with Patrick’s help. He started working at Patrick’s company, and as his memory returned, so did his confidence. One evening, as they sat together, Max finally said, “I remember now. I remember who I am.”
Patrick smiled. “Welcome back, Max. It’s good to have you home.”
Max nodded, tears of joy in his eyes. “It’s good to be home.”
And with that, Max knew he had truly found his way back.
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