âIt was the shortest day of the year: Â December 21st, 1987. Â Iâd stepped out of the office to go on my lunchtime run. Â I was jogging along the river, just a few hundred meters from this spot, and I noticed somebody pointing into the water. Â There was a man out there. Â Heâd jumped off the Waterloo bridge. Â I could see him in the middle of the river, waving his arms. Â Now Iâm a total sissy when it comes to the water. Â When I go to the beach, I donât just race into the sea. Â I go inch-by-inch. Â Like a sissy. Â But on this day I took off my shoes and leapt into the river. Â It was a very high wall, and the whole way down Iâm thinking: âShit this is going to be cold.â Â But as soon as I hit the water, I got my mind on the job. Â I swam 50 yards until I reached the man. Â By that time he was unconscious, but I pulled him toward the shore. Â A police boat arrived and hauled us out with ropes. Â They took me to the station, filed a report, gave me some old clothes, and sent me on my way. Â Â There were no newspaper articles. Â No interviews. Â I told nobody except for my boss, because I had to explain why I was late for my 2:45 meeting. Â But I did get one little thing. Â Hanging in my home, at the top of the staircase, thereâs a certificate from the police commissioner. Â It says: âGallantry Award: Rescued A Drowning Man From The River Thames.â (London, England)























