I faced 17 gangsters in confrontation for my exwife and her father...(gosh, nothing can keep people together), did I call myself a hero? nope.... I rececitated a dying pup and watched life swing back into him, ...... nope. I caught a 3 year old choking and imediately went numb with sheer determination to save her......... nope...... I fell off a cliff with a 120pnd ruck on my back....(ground gave way during a climbing venture) and I was top heavy and nothing I could do about it..... at 4am, DARK, all of a sudden (and thank the Lord!) the baddest a-- person was ahead of me and as I went backward, felt his hand grab each of my shoulder harnesses, and CURL ME UP TO GROUND!!! I weighed about 175 then, and with my ruck...... did I call HIM a hero???? DAM STRAIGHT!!!
Ok, I agree with everything except letting someone in at the last minute on the road.
Just kidding.
The older I get, the more amazed I am at the little things in life that make a difference. My grandfather is losing a battle with cancer. His strength at age 82 with his body just eaten up by cancer amazes me. But what really gets me is how much he appreciates things that I just see as being part of a family.
Here’s a fer instance. Gramps and his wife wanted to join the new millenium a few weeks back and buy a DVD player. But quite honestly, Gramps and Linda were a bit intimidated with all the options and info out there. They called me for help and I offered to go buy something for them.
I did this and you’d have thought I saved someone’s life. The praise was borderline embarassing. But to me, this is what families do for each other.
So I get your point about heroes. Sometimes, it really doesn’t take that much effort to really make someone’s day.