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I am not a super-hero, I’m not sure they even exist other than comics, movies, and TV. But I was inspired by a complete stranger to not be afraid to do some things some people I know have called ‘heroic’. It all started when I was all of eighteen years old and working at a small airport bookstore. You know the type of job, you keep the shelves filled, cash out customers, and pretty well try and stay busy enough not to be bored. It seemed in the time before kindles, people traveling bought lots and lots of books.Well, this little bookshop also carried magazines, a wide variety. I mean we had sports, home projects, cooking… I mean we had magazines for just about any interest, including several of what were labeled as ‘men’s magazines’. Nothing terribly graphic, more the Playboy and Penthouse sort with the good bits airbrushed out. But it was enough to cause the first time I ever was ‘rescued’.It was a typical day and several people were browsing in-store, nothing unusual, until I heard, “What is this doing here,” in a loud and angry voice.I looked up as a small pile of those men’s magazines hit the counter in front of me and an irate man was standing there looking all sorts of offended — and he was taken it out on me. He was a big guy, easily in his forties or fifties, large shoulders with a bit of a paunch. Physically, he seemed to tower over little me.I can’t even remember what he said, but the vitriol is something I would never forget. I remember being torn between hiding under the cashier’s counter, running screaming from the store, or calling security on the nut-job. His main complaint was based on his religious beliefs and how these types of magazines were evil and devil-inspired. It was awful to experience and I was lost for what to do.Enter the Lady. That is how I think of her to this day, the Lady with an uppercase ‘L’. He was doing everything but screaming at me when she shouldered past him, stopping his spewing in surprise more than anything else. She was tall, somewhere between his and my age, and slim, but solid looking. While the other customers were avoiding the counter, she pushed right up to it and ignored him. Then to both of our surprises, she picked up a copy of Penthouse and started thumbing through the pages, stopping at some of the pictures. Kolej Escort She calmly paid for it and strolled out while reading it.The idiot seemed to completely lose his train of thought and just as she exited the store, she looked right at me and winked. She became my hero. He never did get back on track and after he left the store, I returned the magazines to their place and breathed a deep sigh of relief. On break, I walked the airport, but I guess she already caught her flight because I couldn’t find her. I never did see her again, but I have never forgotten her and what she did. It was such a small thing, well maybe to her, but to me — it was certainly heroic.So that’s what started me on the path of being much less afraid to take action. I understood why those other customers avoided the counter during his spittle-producing rage, but I decided I would never leave someone in a similar position, and I have done my best to live up to that.What I call my first official ‘save’ was actually on a running trail just outside of town. I was jogging and passed a girl who had broken a chain on her bike. She kept nervously looking over her shoulder as I approached her. I had to stop.“Are you okay?”“I think so, my chain broke and I am walking back to my car,” as she said it she looked over her shoulder again.“What’s the matter?”“Nothing I hope, but this guy ran past me, came back and ran past me again and did it a third time a little while ago. He’s creeping me out.”I thought about it and thought about my hero again and ended my run right then and there. “Hi, I’m Lois. How about we walk to your car together.”The look of gratitude actually made me uncomfortable, but I was glad I did it because the guy who was making her nervous ran up behind us and slowed down. After a couple of minutes, I turned and took a picture of him. In a loud voice, “I wonder if he’s a sex offender. Going to have to call my boyfriend the cop to check out the picture of this creep.” He ran past us much faster than he had been moving.Her name was Pia and she was about my age and we talked about so many things as we walked nearly four miles to her car. The best thing was we didn’t see the creep again. She did ask me about my boyfriend, Rus Escort the cop, and I laughed. “I know a few, but I’m not dating anyone right now. I just said it to make the jerk sweat a little.”“Well, I think it worked!” And we shared a good laugh.While I didn’t see any real big deal, Pia called me ‘her hero’ and, to be honest, it felt pretty good because it reminded me of my hero from several years back. We ended up good friends and often ran or biked together for the next several years, right up until she got married and moved away. We still keep in loose touch, you know the occasional letter, or more email and text messages and the usual Christmas card. I know, you would like to know about our torrid lesbian affair, but at the time, we were both straight and something like that never occurred to us — well, at least not to me.While I would love to say stuff like this happened all the time, the reality was it wasn’t very often. Sometimes nothing came of it. I mean, I gave someone a hand and it wasn’t something they couldn’t have handled on their own. But every time it did, I always remembered my hero and figured I would rather be wrong and have nothing happen than not step up even a little and find out something bad happened.For example, I was running through an area park one day and saw something strange, a guy sitting on the hood of his car with binoculars. It wasn’t that strange — maybe birdwatching? However, on the other side of the soccer field was a community swimming pool. As I ran past I took note of his license plate and I made sure he noticed me looking. He wasn’t there when I got back to my own car, so I wasn’t too worried about it. But because I was feeling itchy about it, I drove down the to lower part of the park, where there were a couple of baseball diamonds and a large playground and saw his car again, this time backed into a corner parking spot and pointed right at the playground. I could see him and his binoculars again inside the car. I called and reported his behavior to the local cops.I know, some people might think I was butting in, but my thoughts on that day were if I wake up in the morning and see a headline about a child missing from the pool or the playground, I would feel Yenimahalle Escort like absolute shit. I never heard if anything became of it, but I was glad to report no missing kids then!I guess you have enough background here and I know I hinted at something that might interest you, two ‘rescues’ in particular. The first was when I was rapidly approaching my thirtieth birthday. My job required a lot of traveling, so a fair number of cities became like a second home to me. I would often scope out certain hotels in nice parts of town and make sure there were plenty of restaurants and bars within walking distance. I traveled mostly alone and while I often made local friends, there were always times I ended up spending it solo.So, on one trip to St. Louis, while staying at the hotel off of their convention center, I was passing the hotel bar and saw something that made me remember my hero again. There was this pretty big guy and he was loudly bragging to his buddies about something or other and then he pointed at a lady sitting alone at the bar. That itchy feeling hit me again, so I slowed down and took a seat in the lobby ostensibly digging through my purse. I watched him offer to buy the lady a drink and while I couldn’t hear the words, the physical motions told me she declined and she didn’t look rude about it. But he didn’t take it well.He went back to his buddies and then I could hear him telling the server to take a drink to her anyway. The server did her job and the lady declined to drink. That’s when he got up and I put my invisible super-hero cape on and strode into the bar. I went past him quickly and stopped at the women.“I’m so sorry if I kept you waiting, but it was unavoidable.” She looked at me slightly confused, but she saw the dead-from-the-neck-up idiot looming up behind me. She was quick and smart.“That’s fine, I was finished here. Shall we go?”She took my arm and we went past him like he wasn’t even there. The look on his face was wonderful, but I guess he was really going to get it from his friends because they were laughing their asses off at him.She went with me to the elevator and once the door closed, we both started laughing.“OMG, thank you! I think the jerk was going to get physical. He was drunk enough to be stupider than usual.”“Oh, you know him?”“No, just the type. His pals were egging him on and I was going to try and beat a hasty exit when you came in.” She stepped closer than I was comfortable and touched my face, then she kissed me. Nothing crazy, just a little peck on the lips, but I think I felt it clear down to my toes, which surprised me.
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