A UCLA Cheerleader Took Two Massive Spills, And The Guy That Tried To Help Her Will Never Be The Same Again
The sad truth is that some people just weren't cut out to be heroes. This poor bastard that forgot to wear his savior soles and ended up performing a WWE finishing move on a hobbled cheerleader likely falls in that category. He may have the spirit of a knight in shining armor but he's got the motor skills of a half-drunk coed, and those are two things that undoubtedly do not go well together. You have to respect that his heart was in the right place but his footwork was not, and he'll forever be hesitant in distressful situations because of it.
I can already picture him frozen in fear as he stares up at a cat stuck in a tree. Unless he's got a bad memory then his days of being a Good Samaritan are all but over. We're talking about a guy that from here on out would have to look both ways as many times as a paranoid stoner standing alone in a forest if he were to help an elderly woman across the street, and ain't no mildly handicapped senior citizen got time for that. That towel came out of nowhere and it took his legs and his nobility right out from under him. Seriously, how is a man supposed to be able to pursue a streetwise purse snatcher if he his confidence is rattled and he doesn't even feel comfortable in his first step? From here on not he'll basically be the aging athlete that's recovering from his third torn ACL. Still has the prowess to be a guardian angel, but has little to no faith in his wings.