Hero’s come in many shapes and sizes, but not all of them have flowing capes and tight spandex pants. The real hero’s are the average people just trying to do the right thing. I believe a hero is someone who is determined to do good, no matter the cost. A hero is someone who is selfless in bad situations and willing to put their own life at risk so that another person might live to see another day. Finally a hero is a leader and role model to those around them, staying calm and strong in the face of danger. This happened when I had to help a gunshot victim stay alive. There are many changes that can happen in a person’s life. Some changes are very small and wouldn't change our life very much. However, other events could be very important and could change a person's whole life, such as getting married having a baby, or losing someone special. The important event that changed my life is the day I had to step up and be a hero to someone else. People usually just ask me where the bathroom is or if we are hiring. Sometimes they ask where they can find the milk or bread. However on this day in late 2011 while I was working in the frontend at Russ’s Market. A very frazzled and shockingly pale young man stumbled into our store. He slowly made his way to the closest check stand. As his gaze turned upward to the middle aged women working behind the counter he softly said “I’ve just been shot” and continued to slowly shuffle like a zombie further into the store. Being the Assistant Service Manager I was sitting in my office filling out some paperwork when over the p.a. system crackled “umcode 44 blue...” I could hear the uneasiness in her voice, so I knew it wasn’t something small, but I had no idea what to expect. I sprang out of my chair and hurried to the frontend. On my way to the front of the store my mind was racing what could be the emergency. Did someone get hurt, a shoplifter, or where we being robbed? I was so busy thinking I almost didn't notice the young man stumbling towards me. I stopped dead in my tracks. He was wearing black pants and a white T-shirt which was covered in blood. A blank expressionless face with glazed over eyes, and a pale white face. Blood running down his right arm leaving, a crimson red trail on the white floor tiles behind him. He looked like he jumped straight out of one of George Romero’s zombie films. Every cell of my body lit up, but something in my head told me to play it calm. “Are you