Shards of Glass

Some consider me a hero. They stop me in the street and ask me how I had the strength to kill that man. I don’ t have an answer. I don’t know. The only logical reason is the adrenaline, the kill or be killed instinct. It took over when I couldn’t kill him myself. I don’t tell those strangers that. I simply give them a small smile and ask ‘what would you do?’ They give me a smile in return, looking up to me as their hero, when reality, I am nothing of the sort. I am not hero. The men and women who saved me from that man are the heroes. The men and women who save people every day are the heroes. Paul, Heath, Garrett, Anna and Detective Rodriguez are my heroes. They are many people’s heroes. They’ve saved many lives. It is their job to be heroes.