(This happened a several years ago when I was living in Clarksville IN) True Story.... I'm actually quite proud of it, but that's not why I tell it.... read and you'll understand. When I was a little boy, the first thing my friends and I wanted to be when we grew up was a Superhero. Forget cops and firemen..... we're talkin Spiderman, Superman, Batman. We wanted to be the guy rushing in to snatch innocent people from the jaws of death. And I guess that a little bit of that childhood fantasy stayed with me as I got older. I always thought that one of the greatest things you could ever do was directly save someones life. Well, 30 plus years later I finally got my chance. I had been to the Jeffersonville courthouse to get a Sherrifs Dept background check on myself for my new security job. As I left the building I saw a very small child (just old enough to do that clumsy but rather quick run), break away from his mother and head across the plaza. She yelled at him a couple times and then decided to give chase, but she was wearing high heeled boots and didn't appear to be gaining any ground. There were several other people standing around smoking, but nobody seemed too terribly interested. The kid was headed for a very busy street, and it looked like he'd get there long before his mother caught up to him Enter The Superhero I was way behind them, but I ran as fast as I could taking a shortcut across the plaza, and jumping over a handrail (in a single bound I caught up to the kid just as he was emerging from between two parked cars into the street and snatched him up by the arm just as a minivan barrelled by at about 35 mph. Having just saved this kids life in a rather dramatic fashion, and fullfilling a childhood fantasy of mine in the process, you can imagine the size my chest puffed out too. Now Here is What is Supposed to Happen: The clouds part, a ray of sunshine strikes me on the chest, and the angels' trumpets sound. The mother grabs her child and falls to her knees crying, and thanking me for my deed. The onlookers erupt into cheers and applause, possibly lifting me to their shoulders, and the mayor holds a ceremony awarding me the key to the city and various medals. What Really Happened: The mother grabbed her kids hand, quietly mumbled the words "thank you", the onlookers went back to smoking...... no trumpets, no beam of sunshine. And that was it. Quite possibly the most anti-climactic event in my entire life..... but I figure I'm just lucky she didn't get mad at me for grabbing her kid too roughly. Not sure why I like to tell that story so much. There isn't really a point to it, and I don't know what it says about my psyche..... I'm sure there's a hidden message about the human condition in there somewhere, but I don't know what it is.