"Hey! Can you hear me?" I yelled, tugging at the driver’s side door. It was jammed. Inside, a woman in a nurse’s uniform was blinking vacuously, blood trickling from her hairline. "The back door!" someone shouted.
Then I heard it—the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal. I Am a Hero
Being a hero is not a career choice or a set of special abilities. It is found in the split second where a choice is made to prioritize someone else’s safety over personal fear. A hero is not someone who can fly, but someone who chooses not to look away when the world breaks in front of them. I Am a Hero