Sometimes as I read fiction and the protagonist does something heroic I wonder if it could possible happen in real life. Do everyday people really risk their life to save strangers? I mean, I want to believe that in every human there is something heroic and comes out at just the right time, but is there really? I often look at history and wonder which side of anything would I have chosen. Would I have fought for my freedom in the revolutionary war? Would I have tried to free and save the slaves in the Civil War? Would I have gotten arrested to fight for my right to vote? Would I have turned my cheek away from the torture and death of so many people in both the world wars?
Of course these are questions I can’t answer, but I want to believe I would have done what was right, even though what is right is not always laid out on a map. I want to believe even though something inside me questions if I would be strong enough.
But true stories like this one below remind me people are strong and they often fight and die for good.
Stories like this even give me hope that I could be strong enough.