I dare say the nature of the hero has always existed within you. Real life is far more complex, and you are more closely associated with the protagonists of novels read. As a stripling, the intervention of you saved a life which went on to touch the lives of others. D'Artagnan and Sherlock are your brothers. The druthers of others are of no import.
As a young man, quick thinking, and reflexes, caused you to wrest the maiden from the precipice and the waiting arms of death. The nature of the valiant has always resided within you. How long have you battled quietus?
The dashing figure you cut is the resident of many a dream and the stuff of which their resolution is made. Never let it be said that your life is a rut. Your personage sparkles like jade. What music in the night you've made!
Time has now dimmed the light though it still shines. Bending forward with curvature of spine, you comment on the chaoticness of it all. Man after the fall struggles to reconcile himself with the supreme. You did save least once today. I dare say...you are the once, and future, hero.
