My legs moved before my brain gave the order. I wasn't thinking about bravery; I was thinking about the person I could see slumped over the steering wheel.
The rain didn’t feel like a movie. It was cold, sharp, and smelled like wet asphalt and exhaust. I wasn't standing on a skyscraper in spandex; I was standing outside a 24-hour diner, clutching a lukewarm coffee, wondering if I could afford the bus fare home.
The woman who had been rescued gripped the hand of the person who had pulled her out. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was incredibly brave."