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France McDonald stood outside his 3-year-old daughter’s funeral last week in tears, smoking a cigarette and wondering what kind of man he was.

If he were fleeing from a burning building, trying to lead his family to safety — his skin stinging with heat, his lungs filling with smoke — and he heard a child crying out from the flames behind him: What would he have done?

“I can’t imagine it. On one hand you’ve got your family. But then, it’s a little girl,” McDonald said as he wiped his eyes. “I don’t know, man.”