[This is my column in the Sept. 28 issue of The Commercial Review.]
At some point in our lives, we’ve all come across a hero.
We may have seen them on TV, throwing a football, blasting a baseball or making a championship-clinching hoop.
Perhaps they were wearing a different type of uniform.
A firefighter rescuing us — or friends, or family — from a blaze. Maybe it’s a police officer or a paramedic pulling us or a loved one out of an automobile accident.
It could even be a medical professional who helped with rehabilitation, or a doctor who discovers an affliction before it worsens, or a surgeon who saves a life.
There are even fictional heroes. Batman. Superman. Wonder Woman.
But heroes don’t always wear masks or capes.
More often than not, they don’t even have a uniform. They’re just everyday citizens coming to aide someone in need.
I gained two heroes Saturday.