Today at work, there was a random sprinkler by base, next to the ride path that was going around in slow circles: getting people wet, spraying out on the ride path, causing confusion, and basically wreaking havoc. I was standing there, waiting for my truck, avoiding the rotating water hose, when a driver brought his truck-load of guests right into the line of fire. I didn't think anything of it at first, but as the sprinkler started to make its way towards the guests I started to yell variations of "take cover! Watch out! It's coming!" The guests suddenly became aware of their situation. The truck couldn't move and neither could the guests. I knew those if those people got wet, our managers would be handing out "no strings attached" cards and dealing with livid people all day. As guests started to pile on one another on the opposite side of the truck, I knew I needed to take action. So without really thinking, I ran up and shoved my hand in front of the sprinkler, stopping the water from hitting the guests. It shot upwards towards the sky and back at me like a fan. Fortunately, I didn't get as wet as I thought I might. Once the sprinkler rotation had moved on, I removed my hand. The guests and my fellow cast members were all shocked that I'd done such a thing. For me, it was almost a reflex. The guests showered me with thanks as they passed by and my co-workers gave me a few pats on the back. Frankie and Ashton gave me Guest Service Fanatic cards for it. It made me feel fantastic to do that little bit of service...because it really wasn't a big thing. I just like to think that I made somebody's vacation just that much better. Ordinary people don't get very many chances to be heroic, and like I said, it really wasn't a big deal, but to that lady in the fifth row, who was finally having a good hair day, it was heroic, and I'm just happy I was able to spare her the frustration of an unnecessary frizz.