The reality of heroism is an unpalatable truth. The stories we’ve heard of the triumphant, smiling rescuer who stands unblemished on top of a mountain at the end of a smooth day of saving lives, are obviously fabricated fables. Instead, the truth of heroism carries with it a heavy burden; a man must himself be as, if not more afflicted, more bloodied than the lives he seeks out to save. Authentic heroes are rare in this era. They suffer greatly, more often times from failure than the physical wounds acquired from attempting to change the world. Find an “average man” worn down in distress and I say you’re closer to real heroism than you ever would be amongst the most popular.