They claim that true heroes don’t wear capes and instead appear to be ordinary people. They just do good actions without expecting anything in return. This hero may be anyone: a neighbor, a boss, a cashier at a store, or even you.Story 1: A few years ago, my husband wakes me up early in the morning and asks me where my passport is. I say, “In my bag!” And he snidely says, “Where’s your bag?” It turns out that yesterday I wandered around a construction hypermarket and left it there while I was looking at something….

I had my alarm go off in an underground car park the other day. It started screaming, flashing, beeping, the car wouldn’t start and react to the key fob. I couldn’t do anything.
A man came round, moved me aside and said, “Got any tools?” I’m like, “No.” He brought his own tools and fixed it. He had a beautiful girl with him, and she stood there the whole time looking at him with admiration. © kate_smetana
Yesterday a guy came up to me in the subway and said, “Miss, what a beautiful dress you wear, like berry ice cream!” I’m in my fourth year on maternity leave, I’ve already forgotten when I last received compliments from a stranger. Sir, if you’re reading this, thank you, you made my day! © kurassan / Pikabu
I was in NYC taking a lunch break at a job I absolutely hated. I was sitting eating alone at a McDonald’s, and after about 15 minutes this man in his forties or fifties (I’m a 28-year-old male at the time) goes up to me and says something like, “Hey man, you look really sad. Things will get better,” and just shook my hand.
Takes a lot for one adult man to offer that up to another strange man. Really cheered me up. © Unknown author / Reddit
I was at a supermarket to do some shopping when my baby had a blow out diaper. I also had my 2-year-old with me. There was no family restroom, so I had to use the changing station in the ladies’ room. My toddler was out of control and was just itching to do gross stuff like lick the floors or play in toilet water or something that would horrify literally anyone on the planet except a mischievous 2-year-old.
A woman, probably in her forties, saw my predicament and interacted with my toddler, so I could deal with the poolosion my tiny infant son produced. They counted sinks, jumped from tile to tile, made silly faces to one another. It probably only lasted 2–3 minutes, but it was the most helpful thing someone could have done for me in that overwhelming moment. © bexallday / Reddit
My 5-year-old son has an appointment for a lung X-ray. He’s nervous, I’m trying to cheer him up, but he’s still anxious. I anticipate tantrums and tears.
A medical professional peeks out of the office and addresses him in a friendly manner, “Hello, bunny! Let me take a picture of you, take your mum with you and come in. I have a special machine, it can only take pictures of superheroes. Take off your clothes above the waist and come on in.
So, now we’ll put on your armor to make it look really cool. That’s pretty cool. Now show me some karate. Put your hands up, clench your fists and cross your arms over your head. Nice! Now the mum’s going to come out for a second, and I’m going to take a picture of you.
Okay, done! It’s a very superhero photo! I’ll give it to your doctor to look at.” We left happy, with no nerve cells lost, no tears and no screaming. Thank you, lovely person. © kuklaplum / Pikabu