A good-looking, smart, strong and a person with supernatural and abnormal powers.
That is the image of a hero is most of our minds if someone were to ask what a hero is. In reality, a real hero is so much more diverse from the usual cliché though he or she might appear to be strong, smart and good-looking. By definition, a hero is a person who is adored or glorified for doing something extremely brave, outstanding achievements or noble qualities. Therefore, a hero is brave, unselfish and altruistic. A heroic act is an act which is benevolent, to help others that are in need with a pure heart and without the superficial aspect of others praising one in doing so. On this gusty night, I was going back to my hometown to visit my late grandmother which was bedridden at that time. The road was horribly dark and there was no sign of blaze at all. Ignoring the fact that I was having a hunch, I built up my courage and went out to hail a cab. Every cab that I hailed did not want to pick me up as it was late at night and the destination was far. It started pouring cats and dogs and there was no shelter. Cold blood ran through my spine as time passed. It was then, a yellow vehicle pulled up beside me. I thought it was a cab but it was not. It was a bearded man in his 50s. He asked if I needed a lift. Out of desperation, I said yes and got in the car. I looked like I was chilled down to my spine and pale as well. So, he brought me to the petrol station and bought hot chocolate for me and asked if I needed anything else. After that, he drove me straight to my grandmother’s house which was 2 hours away from town. It was already 2.30am in the morning. I really had no idea how to thank him so I offered him 50 dollars. He did not want the money and even offered to send me home. I could not trouble this kind soul anymore so I told him I had my own transport. He gave me a hug and wished my grandmother good