This Veteran’s Day got me thinking about something I read: is it better to be a dead hero or a live coward?
I have always wanted to believe that in the face of a disaster, I would behave as a hero. But truth is most of us behave as the masses. It is that whole herd mentality thing, I hear so much about.
I watched a study done, where job applicants were put in a room and instructed not to move until someone came for them, but the room started smoking. The funny thing is that each group had a similar reaction: they looked at each other and when no one moved, they all just went about filling out their job applications. In one of the groups, one guy reacts to the smoke by getting up to seek help and the other “candidates” then responded to the smoke as well.
While our many heroes, soldiers, firefighters, police officers, and/or everyday people do amazing things, I question myself: would I save the life of a stranger or would I save my life? Would I sacrifice my beliefs and morals in order to survive, like those who were forced to convert to a faith they did not believe, or would I stand up for those beliefs and be killed?
That’s why I see a hero as a rare thing. They are those people who just had the presence of mind to lead others to safety and block doors in school shootings. Or they shielded their loved ones from the line of fire, sacrificing their own lives.
Although I hope I never have to find out what kind of person I would be- a hero or a coward- one thing is I know: all you ladies, who in these few months blogging have treated me with such kindness, you are my she-ro.