Every day heroism

It's not often that I get the opportunity to be a hero as mild-mannered Steve, but tonight was such an opportunity. I felt an odd need to go to the grocery store tonight while my wife studied - we weren't completely out of cheese yet, but we were getting close to it. The odd thing is, I almost never go to the store by myself, nor have the desire to do so. Yet, tonight, something moved me to go.
Little did I know as I pulled into the parking lot in my Stingmobile™ that trouble was afoot at Reams. I walked in, shopping list in hand, and was perusing the bananas when someone called my name - a damsel in distress!
Behind me was a young woman who I knew quite well from church. I am, in fact, her home teacher (assigned to serve the spiritual needs of her and her young family), and she was in need of my help. I didn't need to save her 9-month-old from a burning building or get her purse back from a gang of thieves - the rescue was a far simpler matter. She had locked her keys in her car and needed a way to get home to get the other set. I deemed this sufficient justification to use my super-speed to get my shopping done, then brought her home, and took her husband to their still-running car.
There was no fanfare, no badge, no cheering crowd of onlookers, but my mild-mannered heart was filled, knowing that I had been an instrument in the hands of a greater Hero than I in helping my fellow man.