Only last year I was married, so I remember the emotions and thoughts that go with the day. For instance, “This is my special day, it should be about me.” - and this is something both the bride and groom think, even if they never say it. And there’s nothing wrong with thinking that way. Being a bridezilla relates more to the way such a conviction manifests itself - and to taking it much too literally. Anyway, when a bride in Bridgeport Conneticut stops the car, wades into the mud, and then into a smokey house - in full wedding attire on the way home from her reception - to save neighbors who don’t know about the fire - well, that’s a reason for commendation and a new found hope in humanity. It’s definitely “doing unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  I’ve never met Georgette Fogarty-Clemons, the brave and fiesty bride in this story, but I’d like to, and I’d be glad to have her as my neighbor.

If you’d like to read the rest of the story you can read the original account by John Christoffersen. (The AP photo is by Douglas Healey.)