Hero: I Am A

"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.

In the movies, time slows down. In reality, it gets loud and messy. A sedan had clipped a delivery truck, spinning into a concrete barrier. Smoke began to hiss from the crumpled hood. I Am a Hero

Later that night, back in the quiet of a small apartment, the reflection in the mirror didn't show a person with superpowers or a costume. It showed someone tired, with soaked clothes and messy hair. There was no sudden feeling of being powerful, but there was a sense of no longer being invisible to the world. Inside, a woman in a nurse’s uniform was

The woman who had been rescued gripped the hand of the person who had pulled her out. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was incredibly brave." In reality, it gets loud and messy

My legs moved before my brain gave the order. I wasn't thinking about bravery; I was thinking about the person I could see slumped over the steering wheel.

The response was a simple shrug and a stammered, "Anyone would have done the same."