The wildfire in Santa Fe National Forest had spread fast, and crews were ordered to pull back for safety. The fire roared through the dry trees, filling the air with heat and smoke. Then they saw a baby moose, trapped between the flames, desperately crying for help.
One firefighter disobey the order, running into the flame. He wrapped his heavy coat around the calf and carried it out as the fire snapped at his heels. The crowd of evacuees cheered, but his chief was angry. Orders had been broken.
Later, as he sat alone thought about the risk, the anger of his chief. He knew disobeying a command could mean losing his career. But when he saw the baby calf running free and alive, he believed he had done the right thing. None of that mattered to him.
