Once there was a cobbler. He was a perfectly normal cobbler, with a wife and kids. He went to work each day and would come home in the late evening.

One day when he was walking back from home it was quite late, and it was getting dark out. En route he went by an alleyway, and he heard a girl cry for help. A large man was attacking a young girl, but he couldn't see them well and they didn't notice him where he was.
He stopped to wonder what he should do. If something happened to him, what would become of his family? He was afraid he would get hurt. He didn't really know who the girl was, so should he put his life at risk to help her?
As he was wondering what he should do the girl's yelling got weaker and weaker.

Finally he decided to step in to help her. He fought with the man for awhile, but finally the thug ran off. He was a bit hurt and still scared.

And as he was standing there, still breathing roughly, the girl said, "...Daddy?"