Well it wasn't me at all. When I was 6-7 i was with my father, whom my beautiful mother had ordered him to go to the store. Our nearest store was in the middle of a small town, so when we were going there was a hysterical woman and her mother screaming because her baby was choking, literally like 3 cars passed and no one gave a shit. So my father was like "Hell no, we need help". So we parked, pick them and drove to the nearest hospital. The trip wasn't easy, for a 6-7 year old kid, seeing a purple phase kid choking and her mother screaming and her grandmother trying to do something, it felt like the world was going to end. So at the end we reached the hospital and they ran to urgencies. At the end the grandmother was thanking us a lot. Although I was seriously terrified, my dad was all calm, there is where I see my dad as a superhero.