When someone mentions the word hero, people picture Hercules, Batman, or even Superman. You might picture a knight in shining armor riding into the sunset with a beautiful woman along side. Or for others it’s the people they see in magazines whether it’s the handsomely rich or the people rich in looks, we all have someone. But when I hear hero I don’t see any of these things
When I hear the word hero, I look past all the fame, and fortune. I look past how beautiful my heroes are, or even how ugly they might be. My heroes have no memorial named after them, no tree planted in their name, as a matter of fact, they rarely get a “Thank You” for the work they do everyday. My heroes aren’t the kinds of people who have had their 15 minutes of fame, and I have uttered but maybe one or two words to them in my life. I believe that these people are heroes as they continue doing what they do without the expectation of rewards. My heroes are the one that aren’t recognized everyday and don’t expect to be, because what they do is in some weird way common, yet at the same time uncommon. My heroes are the kinds of people who do the little things in life.

The people who hold the door open for you, say “Hello” to you or even just give you that little bit of acknowledgement with a tiny smile or even just a little wave that can really just make your dayespecially on a bad one. My heroes are the kinds of people who do their deeds for what I think are the right reasons which I think are just doing out of the kindness of your heart. No thought is involved in the things they do, they do them just because that is the kind of person they are, sweet and kind to everyone. My heroes are the kinds of people who do the little things in life that make all the difference, because as my mother would say “it’s the little things that matter”