You may never know your hero.
Who was that woman who stepped up to the cashier and swiped her debit card to pay for the groceries while I was panicking because my wallet wasn’t in my purse.
Who was the man who pulled over and changed my flat tire on the hot dusty road? He wouldn’t let me pay him.
There was a hero who had a chain and a pickup truck and rescued dozens of Texas drivers who slid into a ditch when a road was covered by unexpected and invisible ice.
Heroes wipe the tears of the heartbroken and offer tissues when life has become torrential-blinding-pain. When the world stops spinning and time stands still, the hero isn’t the myth flying around with a red cape, but the one offering a box of tissues, or a cool drink and a sandwich.
Some heroes have the gift of a smile that they offer freely and genuinely to the destitute, lonely and marginalized. They must possess some sort of X-ray vision allowing them to see society’s cast-offs.
Kindness and genuine concern seem to be their super power.
There are vocational heroes and there are volunteer heroes. There are heroes who do not think they are heroic. They walk and live and breathe in the midst of us. By their selfless actions we are encouraged. We hope.
You may never know your hero.
Strive though, to be heroic to one who needs to see hope in humanity.
