True heroes

The world is full of heroes (and sheroes - I'd have used heroine, but it'd sound like some drug). There are those celebrities that the world loves to glorify. The Arnold Schwatznigger meets Chuck Norris meets Denzel Washington. Those that keep saving the world using super powers and serious intelligence.

Well, truth is that they are heroes in their own right, but seriously speaking, are they for real? Does the world really revolve around people who can break doors and jump fifty storeys just to save a crying baby or a cat stuck in a burning building? Is that a daily event? Are thugs always beaten unconscious by some random guy in the name of saving a weak lady? Aren't these just exaggerated heroes?

Recently, I saw this article of some girl. At ten years old, she was battling with cancer. Life was really painful, having to undergo chemo every couple of weeks, hair falling off, bullying from her peers and classmates. Things were not really going well for her. But what made me really take off my hat for her was the inner strength she had. She still believed she was beautiful, to the point of calling herself a princess. She loved herself to bits. She was so optimistic of herself and her life, even when her mother was falling apart with hopelessness.

There, right there, I saw a hero. Someone who lived life despite its ups and downs. Someone with the tenacity of a weed. She braved everything against her to stand tall and strong. She, to me, was someone who saved the day. Someone I can look at and go Wow!! She really is something!!

So, well, there are heroes, and there are true heroes. Heroes save the world by kicking the bad guy's butt. True heroes save the world by injecting hope in earthlings.