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A Brave Neighbour | Essay for 9 year olds | by Elijah Wee | Singapore

Hi there, I am back with another essay. This time it's from my collection of Primary Three essays (for 9 year olds). It's about "A brave neighbour".



A strange, somewhat foul smell permeated the morning air.  Everyone held their noses as Uncle Joe walked past.  Uncle Joe was the neighborhood’s karung guni (otherwise also known as the rag and bone man) who collected knick knacks to be sold for a living.  He stored the knick knacks in rubbish bags and placed them into is push cart.  Uncle Joe had long, unkempt hair and his clothes were filled with holes.

Unexpectedly, an ear-piercing cry filled the morning air.  A wild-eyed elderly lady, her face as pale as a ghost, was seen waving her arms frantically and screaming out for help from the tenth floor apartment of the nearby flat.  The onlookers were paralysed with fear, tensed when they saw the flames increasingly engulfing Madam Wong’s three room flat.


As brave as a lion, Uncle Joe took to his heels like an Olympic sprinter in the direction of Madam Wong’s flat.  Like a true Samaritan, he left behind his trolley of belongings.  Moments later, there was a burst of applause and shouts of “bravo” from the onlookers.  Uncle Joe was seen carrying Madam Wong to safety.  Seeing Madam Wong safe and sound, freed from the deathly clutches of the fire, everyone in the crowd muttered a prayer of thanks in unison.


On reaching the open field below the flat, safe from the raging flames of her apartment, Madam Wong took a deep breath of refreshing air and felt her heart rising very much like a kite that a child had just released into the clear blue sky.


“I cannot thank you enough for saving my life,” Madam Wong choked on her words as she fought back her tears.  She kept thanking him incessantly. Her heart was filled of gratitude towards the man who had saved her life.  It had been certainly a nerve-racking experience for Madam Wong.  A sense of loss swept over Madam Wong like a tidal wave as she looked on at the charred remains of her apartment.


With the heroic act of rescuing Madam Wong, Uncle Joe had earned the new-found respect from everyone in the neighbourhood.  People in the neighbourhood started to donate more of their old furniture and faulty electrical appliances to Uncle Joe.  As word of his courageous act got around, he was featured in the Straits Times for his public-spirited act and as the saying goes “What goes around, comes around.”


Have you ever witnessed such bravery by the most unlikely of heroes in real life?

Till the next time heh?

Elijah Wee

Photo credit: Per Olof Forsberg / Foter.com / CC BY

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