Married My 'hero'

When I was ten I sat on a railing at the beach and got a splinter right in the wrong place. It hurt immediately. All the adults were gone to lunch, we gad been left with the 16 year old friend's son. He had to search, find, and remove the splinter.

I got on the dining table, on my knees, my head down while he searched and found the splinter. In the groin right between my leg and my 'lips'. With a knife and tweezers he took the half inch splinter out. He found some antibiotic cream and told me to wash the area and apply the cream, and stay out of the ocean for the next couple of days.

For his attention, expert first aid, his parents and mine called the hero of the day. That I was most embarrassed didn't enter the equation.

Getting up to date he grew up to be a doctor and I followed him into nursing. For all my teen years he was my adoptive brother, in college I pushed it into a sexual relationship. We are married now.