Felicia Hambrick was babysitting her best friend’s three kids in Tacoma when the family’s pit bull suddenly attacked.
She was holding the 8-month-old baby when the dog knocked her to the floor.
Felicia curled her body around the baby and refused to let go.
She was bitten over and over on her arms, legs, stomach and neck, but she kept herself between the dog and the child the entire time.
The baby was never bitten once.
Felicia spent five days in the hospital and needed 94 staples to close her wounds.
She took the full force of that attack so someone else’s baby wouldn’t have to.
That is what a hero looks like.
I quit on the Falcons.
Moved on.
Told them I needed space.
Said I needed to find myself.
Knew we wanted different things.
Now Atlanta sends me a late-night "You up?" text....
I’d like to apologize to Taylor Swift. The other day she got excited at a football game, pointed at her ring, and said, “MY HUSBAND!” And I made a joke about it.
But the more I thought about it, what the hell am I making fun of?
Here’s a woman who has just about everything in the world, and she’s excited to tell everybody, “That’s my man.” Proud of him. Cheering him on. Happy to be his wife. More women should be that supportive—and more men should give them a reason to be.
We hear enough about how men are useless and marriage is a trap. Here’s somebody showing millions of women that loving a good man and being excited about marriage is something to celebrate. We ought to encourage that.
I went looking for a punchline and missed the point. Keep cheering, Taylor.