One of the genuinely sad things about media is how it hijacks what it means to truly live. There are some truly sick White Supremacists and Evangelicals who have adopted the Braveheart theme of not all men truly live to mean that it's perfectly justifiable to rape, kill, murder, etc., to dominate, to take, for that is what real life is all about. I would posit that every single time, to your point, that someone burdened with a baby and six shopping bags sure as hell gives me a smile when I take a few, or open a door, or push the cart, I feel useful, happy and validated. I don't need a goddamned hero button. You cannot buy THAT feeling. Or the comments I get from Medium folks who are kind enough to tell me that my articles are an inspiration. Nobody sells that in a bottle.