THE BOY WHO HELPED A MILLIONAIRE BITTEN BY A VENOMOUS SNAKE, THE NEXT DAY A MAYBACH APPEARED IN… | HO
It was a warm autumn afternoon when Frank decided to leave the bustling city behind. A millionaire businessman with more money than he knew what to do with, he often felt suffocated by the pressures of work, meetings, and constant demands. That day, seeking peace and tranquility, he had driven out to the countryside in his sleek, black luxury car. The open road stretched ahead of him, offering an escape from the weight of his corporate empire.
As Frank sped along the winding country road, his thoughts were heavy, weighed down by contracts, negotiations, and deadlines. He was lost in his mind, seeking relief from the constant grind. But when he saw the golden wheat fields in the distance, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape, he couldn’t resist the urge to stop. It had been so long since he had allowed himself a moment of peace.
He pulled over and stepped out of the car, letting the gentle breeze of the countryside wash over him. The smell of wild grass and earth filled his senses. He walked a short distance along a dirt path, his polished shoes now getting dirtied by the mud. For a few minutes, he forgot about everything—work, money, stress. But as he paused to take a deep breath, something unexpected happened.
A sharp pain shot up his leg. Frank cried out in agony and looked down to see a small, venomous snake slithering away into the grass. Two red puncture marks stood out on his ankle.
His heart raced. Panic set in as he realized the severity of the situation. He had been bitten, and the venom was already beginning to spread. He tried to calm himself, recalling what he knew about snake bites. But fear gripped him. His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone, only to realize there was no signal. His mind raced, and every step he took felt more difficult than the last.
“I need help,” he gasped, falling to his knees. But the countryside was eerily quiet. No one was around. Just as he felt his strength begin to fade, he heard a faint sound—footsteps in the distance. Weakly, Frank called out, “Help… someone… help me.”
A figure emerged from the horizon, small and unassuming. The boy approached, his steps quick but cautious. Frank could barely make out the details as his vision began to blur. The boy stopped in front of him, his face filled with concern but no fear.
“Are you okay?” the boy asked, his voice steady and strong for someone so young.
“I… I was bitten… by a snake,” Frank managed to say, pointing weakly at his leg.
The boy, no older than 14, knelt down beside Frank, assessing the situation with calmness beyond his years. His clothes were worn, and his hair messy, but his eyes were sharp, filled with knowledge and confidence.
“You need to stay still,” the boy said firmly. “I’m going to help you.”
“My name’s Luke,” the boy replied, “My dad’s a medic. I know first aid. I can help you.”
Frank blinked, trying to process the boy’s words. A medic’s son? This young boy could be his only hope. In the fragile moment between life and death, Frank had no choice but to trust him.
Luke acted quickly. His small hands moved with the precision and urgency of someone much older. He pulled out a handkerchief and tied it tightly around Frank’s thigh, just above the bite. “This will slow the venom from spreading,” Luke explained, his tone unwavering.
The pain in Frank’s leg was excruciating, but Luke continued his work. He positioned Frank’s leg lower than his heart to reduce blood flow. He cleaned the wound with water from his own bottle, pressing a cloth gently against it. “You need to stay calm. Don’t move. I’m going to get you to a medical station,” Luke said.
Frank, barely holding on to consciousness, stared at the boy. How was he so composed? So capable? The wealth, the power Frank had relied on all his life suddenly seemed meaningless in the face of this child’s raw determination.
“You’re just a kid,” Frank whispered, his voice barely audible. “How can you do all this?”
Luke didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained focused on Frank’s leg. “I have to. I can’t let you die,” he replied simply. His face was set in determination, a far cry from the carefree innocence one would expect from a boy his age.
Luke worked tirelessly, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. He had to carry Frank to safety—there was no other option. “I’m going to carry you,” Luke said, standing up and adjusting his shoulder strap. Frank protested weakly, but the boy was unshaken.
“I can’t carry you, I’m too heavy,” Frank murmured, feeling a sense of guilt.
“It doesn’t matter,” Luke said firmly, his voice tight with exertion. “You’re not going to die here.”
With a grunt of effort, Luke hoisted Frank onto his back. Despite his thin frame, Luke didn’t hesitate. Each step was a battle. The dirt path was uneven, and the weight of Frank made it even harder, but the boy pressed on. “Just don’t struggle, don’t move,” Luke instructed, sweat dripping down his face.
As the hours passed, and the sun dipped below the horizon, Frank could feel his body growing weaker. Every breath was a struggle. His thoughts were jumbled, and all he could do was hang onto the boy’s back, trusting him. “You’re crazy,” Frank muttered. “A boy, doing all this for a stranger.”
Luke didn’t answer. He couldn’t afford to. His eyes were focused on the faint glow of a light in the distance—perhaps a medical station, perhaps a house, but it was their only hope. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t give up.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the medical station. Frank was barely conscious, his body barely clinging to life. Luke rushed him into the station, where medical professionals quickly took over. They managed to stabilize Frank, administering antivenom and providing the care he needed.
The next day, as Frank lay recovering, he couldn’t stop thinking about the boy who had saved his life. Luke had risked everything to help a stranger, carrying him through the night with nothing but sheer willpower. Frank, the millionaire businessman, had relied on money and power his entire life, but that night, his survival had depended on a boy with nothing but a kind heart and incredible courage.
The next morning, a sleek black Maybach pulled up in front of Luke’s small house. The door opened, and Frank stepped out, still recovering but filled with a deep sense of gratitude. He had come to repay Luke for saving his life. Luke’s father, a humble medic, stood in the doorway, surprised by the luxury car.
“I don’t have much,” Frank said, handing Luke a check for a sum that would change his life forever. “But I want you to have this. You deserve more than what this small town can offer.”
Luke hesitated but accepted the offer. He had never expected anything in return. But Frank insisted, knowing that sometimes, the greatest gifts were not measured in wealth but in the bond between two people—one saved by the other.
In the days that followed, the boy who had saved the millionaire became the symbol of selflessness and courage, reminding everyone that even in the most desperate of times, a simple act of kindness could change a life forever.
