I Am A Hero Official

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 woman who had been rescued gripped the hand of the person who had pulled her out. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was incredibly brave." I Am a Hero

"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. My legs moved before my brain gave the order

Then I heard it—the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal. "Thank you," she whispered

As paramedics took over and the scene became crowded with emergency responders, the individual who had intervened stood on the edge of the chaos, shivering in the cold rain. When a bystander asked how it felt to be a hero, the answer was simple: "Just someone who happened to be there."