Robert McGrath saw his wife run out to the backyard garage to fetch some boxes.

Seconds later he heard the crash!

Looking out he saw the roof of the garage had caved in. McGrath did not stop for hat or coat... He ran from the house, grabbed a snow shovel, and called out for neighbors to help.

Yelling and digging, with sweat freezing on his face -- throwing snow and pulling away boards -- he heard her voice and then saw her hand. He kept digging, throwing and pulling....

And within minutes he had his wife in his arms and was sobbing, "Are you all right? Are you all right? I thought you were hurt. Oh baby, I love you so much!"

She was fine.

What Robert McGrath did NOT know was this:

Mrs. McGrath had gone into the garage through one door and out through another. She was safe in the house when she looked out and saw her husband digging and shouting orders and throwing planks of wood, feverishly trying to rescue her. She could not let her gallant rescuer down.

So she put her coat on again and went outside and quietly entered the garage through the back door -- and allowed her husband to be her hero.

-- Paul Harvey, For What It's Worth