Many months ago, I stumbled upon the Carnegie Hero Fund, a fund started by wealthy industrialist Andrew Carnegie, who wanted to honour civilian heroes.
The fund was founded in 1904, and the stories of the numerous awardees of the Carnegie Medal are truly inspirational. Spend a day reading or listening to them and your heart will be full. Don’t forget to stock up on tissues. They are the stories of people who have risked their own lives to save others, many times people they did not even know.
Out of all the selfishness in the world, it’s moving to see so many people who become heroes when their circumstances call them to action.
I can’t share all the stories, so I will share two:
On 17 August 1953, Theodore Henderson (aged 39) was fixing a flat at the side of a highway in Florida, when a 19-year-old woman drove by, lost control of her vehicle, slid off the road, and landed upside-down in a 12 ft. deep murky canal. Henderson arrived to see the tires of the vehicle slip below the surface of the water. Avoiding an 8 ft. long alligator near by, he swam into the canal and managed to open a door, but the car shifted and the door closed on two of his fingers. He yanked free, tearing a tip off one and breaking the other. He swam back to the bank, grabbed a tire iron, then swam back down to the vehicle and smashed the rear window. After swimming to the top to take a breath, he swam back down, dragged her out, and swam to the bank, where she recovered.
On 17 November 1960, Joseph Granahan was relaxing in a bar when he saw clouds of dust. A building had been recently demolished, but the foundation of the adjacent tenement building had not been adequately protected and the building was collapsing. When Granahan arrived, all the tenants had managed to escape, except one elderly woman named Helen Giles, who was screaming for help from the fourth floor. Granahan did not know the woman, but he kicked out the glass panel of the front door and climbed the stairs. When he reached the fourth floor, the power went out and the building shook. He managed to find his way to the apartment and carried Giles down the four flights of stairs, with the staircase pulling away from the wall as he descended the last flight. Moments after he had exited the building with Giles, the entire building collapsed into rubble.
Today, I am thankful for heroes. We live in a world of survival. Everyone is committed to his or her own interests. And yet, when circumstances call for it, sometimes ordinary people become heroes. It’s the type of thing that restores my faith in humanity.