Heroes didn’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots and capes.
They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving.
Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else’s. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.
Heroes are those simple people who keep honesty alive. The ordinary citizens don’t get big time news coverage. They are in life for what they can give, not for what they can take.
The common mother, the common father, together they sacrifice so much for the children they love and care for.
Real heroes struggle, but don’t give up. They find the courage to defeat negative thoughts, and then they find ways to be a light of hope in the world.
They are heroes when they are down they offer hope to others, and they comforts the lost and needy. They ask nothing in return.
The real hero is not sacrificing for fame and fortune, they give because they enjoy seeing people believe in people and life from their efforts.
All the best from James Martin Sandbrook.
Saturday, 3 October 2015, 4:14:00 PM.