A man from Washington is being called a hero after he ran into a burning house to save his eight-year-old niece.
According to reports, 20-year-old Derrick Byrd suffered second and third-degree burns on his face, back, and arms after rushing into the house when he realized his niece was trapped inside.
Speaking to KOMO-TV, Byrd said: “Even though I got burnt, I didn’t really care. I’d rather get burnt than her. She’s young and still has so much ahead of her. She’s a good kid.”
The fire broke out in a home in Aberdeen, Washington, while Derrick Byrd and six other family members were inside, including his sister Kayla and her three children.
When the fire spread, Byrd helped his nephews, Junior and Royce, jump out of a second-story window to safety. However, his eight-year-old niece Mercedes was too scared to jump after watching her mother, Kayla, fall from the roof.
Without hesitating, Byrd ran back into the burning house to save Mercedes. He quickly felt the flames burning him.
“I could feel it burning me,” he said.
Byrd wrapped his shirt around Mercedes’ face to protect her from the smoke and carried her out of the house as fast as he could.
Despite suffering burns, Byrd said he’d do it all again if needed.
“I’d run back in there and do it again, even if I got burnt worse or died,” he said.
When people called him a hero, Byrd humbly responded, “I wouldn’t say I’m a hero. I just wasn’t going to let my niece and nephews die.”
I arrived home to find the bathroom door destroyed — after discovering what had happened, I decided to file for divorce
Going on a trip with my sister was supposed to be a refreshing break before returning to my small family of three. But coming back turned into a nightmare. My husband of nine years betrayed me and our daughter in a way I couldn’t forgive, causing us to leave.
When I left for a quick two-day trip, I was content, imagining my husband, John, bonding with our daughter, Lila. But Sunday night, as I walked in the door, I was greeted by shredded wood, a broken bathroom door, and a strange tension between John and Lila.
John claimed he had to break the door when he got stuck, but his story felt off. Later, our neighbor Dave revealed the truth: Lila, scared by strange noises from the bathroom, ran to Dave for help. Rushing over, he found John inside with another woman, both screaming for him to leave.
My blood turned cold. Another woman, in our home, with our daughter in the next room? My anger boiled over. When I confronted John, he feebly insisted she was “just a friend.” I was done. That night, I packed and told him Lila and I were leaving in the morning.
The next day, we moved out. I left John with a broken home and a shattered marriage. Now, in a temporary apartment, I watch Lila smile again, knowing I made the right choice. Our family might be smaller, but at least we’re free from deceit.
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