I’ve exhausted my stock of “Fun Facts” for a while, and my desire to post them is waning, so I’m going to change things up a bit. Today, I’m starting something new. Phriday Philosophy. It may be actually thoughtful, or it may be a completely twisted take on something that has been rattling around in my brain. We’ll see where this goes.
Heroes, Villains and Sheep
A blogging friend, Laura, over at Fetch My Flying Monkeys raised a thought in my brain this morning. She talked about an experience she had when she was a young woman, in which she had her faith in human nature and compassion shaken to the core.
Which begs the question: Why?
Why are there people that instantly rise to the occasion, doing what needs to be done, taking the hero’s role in the story – the “Everyday Joe – or Joan” that performs a heroic act of compassion? What makes them dive in at the first hint of chaos, willing to possibly put themselves at risk for another? Does this make them heroes – or just people doing what any “normal” person would do?
My parents were both Volunteer First Responders for years. We lived in a rural area where the nearest ambulance and hospitals were 30 minutes away, in either direction; which meant that emergencies could turn to tragedies very quickly. The First Responders were local people, trained, but not licensed, with big orange medical bags full of advanced first aid, that could get to the farms quickly, call for ambulance and rescue with their radios when phones weren’t available, and help the injured, sick, etc. until the ambulance could reach them.
My parents taught me that people are basically good, but that you shouldn’t rely on it. Instead, you should rely on yourself, and your knowledge of right and wrong to help you make a decision when confronted with an emergency. Can you help – or will you only be in the way? If you’re in the way, do you need to be the one to call for outside assistance? Is there ANYTHING you can do to help? There are 3 choices, and all of them have lasting consequences. For a lot of people, they freeze when confronted with these choices.
Choice 1: Villain- Some, honestly, really don’t care, as long as it’s not happening to them. They may not be working to make the emergency situation worse, but they are completely apathetic until dragged, screaming, into the middle of it. I classify them as villains. Apathy shouldn’t be tolerated, or it is condoning it. And of course, they never see themselves in the “villain” light, they’re just “Looking out for Number #1”. (more like Number#2, if you ask me)
Choice 2: Sheep- Most fall into this category. Really. It’s an effect of Mass Hysteria. People don’t like stepping away from the herd, they like predictability and safety in numbers. And when that is shaken through tragic events, they freeze like an animal in front of the headlights. They freeze, panic, and lose all functionality; their thought processes seem to grind to a complete halt. They have to be “woken up” out of their shock to respond to outside stimuli. It’s sad, but it’s a fact of life. Sheep need to be led. Or herded.
Choice 3: Hero- They are out there, I promise. You might not see them, or if you do, you probably won’t recognize them without their uniforms. They could be doctors and nurses (active and retired), EMTs or First Responders, dishwashers, plumbers, furniture salesmen, secretaries, waiters and waitresses, cooks, bakers, candlestick makers. You won’t know them by their faces, you’ll know them by their actions. They stand up on the bus for the pregnant lady to sit, they help an elderly person load their groceries in their car, they’ll hold a harried mom’s little one while she writes a check at the store. They’ll go to another country to help teach local rescue people how to be heroes too.
They’ll stop whatever they’re doing to save a life. They’ll push themselves to exhaustion and out the other side, if that’s what it takes to keep someone breathing until help can arrive. They are the people that, when lightning strikes, they’re off and running towards the fire it leaves behind, ready to put it out, pull people from the flames, or whatever’s necessary to be of service.
And that’s really what’s behind it. The big questions that decide what type of person they are.
Villain- What service does this do for me? What do I get out of this?
Sheep- What? Service? What’s that mean? Ooh, look, that’s so bad. I’m scared of it. Where’s the service that takes care of this kind of thing?
Hero- How can I be of service today?
A Villain can be changed into a Hero, but not into a Sheep. A Sheep can become either, given the right “wake-up” call. And a Hero? Well, they’ll remain Heroes their whole lives. Just ask my parents. A Hero’s work is never done.
Thus ends today’s philosophy session. Thank you for letting me explore this with you. Questions? Comments? All are welcome.
Watch yourself Brea!…..your about to discover yourself trying to wade through my radicallized Political Zealot portion of my blogging life….. If you are a liberal, you will be OK….If you are more conservative, you might want to jump ahead 6 months or so in your reading. I got so frustrated with the whole political scene that I now try to shy away from it on here…..so that I can retain what little sanity I have left 🙂
S’alright! I’m a witch – a broom is a girl’s best friend! 😀 It’s fun watching the progression of the politics from a whole new angle. I’m neither donkey or elephant, more of a dust-bunny, so it’s all good! I’m getting a big kick out of all the funny stuff I missed!
I will say that being called a hero makes me uncomfortable. I like to say I was just being a decent human being. Just doing the right thing. I was raised to treat strangers as you’d want them to treat you or one of your loved ones.
I totally understand. My parents raised me the same way. You were heroic to the family, though, in that you helped them gain those moments to express their love at the end. I have a terrible time accepting compliments – I end up grumbling, shuffling my feet, staring at the ground, with almost a pissed off look on my face.
It’s easy to be proud of your accomplishments, in that you feel like you worked hard to earn them, but it’s hard to feel pride in who you are at your core without thinking that you’re being narcissistic.
I just remember that conversation from the movie ” While You Were Sleeping” where Sandra tells coma-guy that he was a hero for giving up his seat every day on the train. He says “But that’s not heroic” and she says “It is to the person that sits there.”
Very well written and thought out.
I think you may well enjoy my “other” blog, http://thewildsheepsociety.wordpress.com and my thoughts go along similar lines. Not all the articles are mine, I co-author with a friend and I’d like to put a link to your article, if that’s cool with you.
If you look up a post called What are wild Sheep, I think you’ll get where I am coming from!!
You absolutely have my permission, and my thanks. I’ll be checking that one out! 🙂
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