My funniest moment that I would like to share is a story told by my friend. Every Friday afternoon, a group of us tell each other true funnies stories.

This story starts off with a fire alarm going off. My friend, let's call him Bob, heard the fire alarm and smelled smoke. He quickly exited the office through the back door where there was a stair well for the fire escape. As he descended down the stairs, he saw his coworker struggling to climb down. He asked if she needed help, but before she could reply, he picked her up and cradled her like a baby, his cheek to her cheek with one hand wrapped around the back of her head. He carried her down three flights of the stairs protecting her like a precious baby and then released her down outside of the building. She gave him a look of dismay and they never talked again that after that incident. Weeks would go by without a word or even eye contact. She eventually changed jobs and that was the last Bob ever saw of his coworker.

It has been one year since Bob told that story, and every time we have an office fire drill, we run to Bob and say, "Carry me down the stairs my hero."