When Aaron fell from the roof and hit the hard concrete of his driveway, I was stunned. I was just helping him with a persistent leak and now he was on the ground and not breathing.

Don, our neighbor, left his rose bushes and came to Aaron's side in a panic.

"Don't you know cpr???" He yelled up to me.

I did. I came down and provided the requested aid. I had never seen it work, but by God, it sure did for Aaron. Two days later he regained consciousness and aside from some memory and back issues, he is as good as new.

He had a barbecue to celebrate his return. People came up to me to shake my hand and pat me on the back. Aaron smiled and wore a kiss the cook apron.

I hate him. I hate him so much. When he fell, I couldn't help but smile.

I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to save him. If only he fell harder. Or Don didn't see. I hate him.