Daily I find myself astounded by my acts of heroism.
From surviving a four-hour lecture to eating an entire block of chocolate in one sitting, I never fail to outdo my mediocre standards.
So when I did something that I considered to be truly heroic, only to be yelled at, I was shocked, angry and then spent some time reflecting on the society we now live in.
During my lunchbreak at a busy shopping centre, I noticed a little boy crying and alone. He was looking frantically around and was quickly getting swept up in the swarm of people in the food court.
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I once helped a crying child find his mom in a shopping centre. After about 10 minutes of looking we found her. She didn't bother getting off her phone to acknowledge either of us.
Stupid women lost her child then attacks a hero caring for him. Poor kid.