I had one of those nights. Ya know... nothing goes right and I have no one to blame, so I get mad at the Army for taking my husband from our family for a year and leaving us to fight silly battles without him. He fixes things, he's our rock... our hero. As we sat in the parking lot with the car not able to turn on I got more and more frustrated. I couldn't find a number to find out if I had roadside assistance from our insurance company, our AAA Membership had lapsed, and I was worried about how I was going to get these poor little kids home before it was really dark. Finally, after a good hour, a good samaritan came and asked if I needed a jump. Of course I "jumped" at the chance for a life line and as his wife and 3 kids looked on I was so elated that he helped me out. After it worked and the car started and I thanked his wife for letting him rescue us, I told his kids that he was a hero. The word is over used in a super-hero sense, but I do believe we are all heros in some way. I'm tired of running this house, doing everything by myself, not getting a break. I'm lonely and I miss my husband. This photo is a reflection of how I'm feeling lately. Don't forget everyday heros. Someone you rescue from a dead car battery may have so much more going on than just that little pain. Thank you good samaritan. You made me believe that there are good people out there willing to help. Thank you Army for making me a strong woman even though I want to curl up and cry sometimes.