Who do we consider to be heroes and why? For their acts, their qualities, their courage or their clothing? Often when we talk about heroes, superheroes, doctors, firefighters or policemen come to our mind. This story shows the heroism of an ordinary person.
My story goes back to when I was 18, and I lived in a condominium where a Russian lady, called Irina lived in the last flat. We were close to each other; her husband was even our distant relative. One day I noticed a lot of smoke coming from their flat. I ran to open the door and saw that their oven caught on fire and Irina was laying on the ground unconscious.
I had to act immediately; there was no time to hesitate in that situation. I poured water on the oven, I dragged Irina out of the flat and called the firefighters, who came and put the fire out. It’s important to add, that in case of a disaster, if the flat had blown up, more residents could have got hurt. While on my way to the flat, I kept thinking that I had to act so that no one would get injured. When Irina woke up, she was in tears, thanking me for my help.
For a long time, I didn’t think of the story as a feat. I thought it was natural to act in that situation like I did. 15 years have passed since then, when I applied to the trainer training held by the Independent Theatre Hungary, and there we were talking about heroes. We discussed who we think of as a hero and why. Our own heroes and heroism were put into focus. Someone asked the question: „When were YOU a hero?” – that’s when I remembered this incident and it became clear that I can be a hero, too…
Ferenc Varga
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