Hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him the world hadn't ended.
We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their goodness. But mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another, we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves.
Heroes may not be braver than anyone else. They're just braver five minutes longer.
You're out at night, looking for kicks, someone's passing around the weaponized hallucinogens...
— But you know, Dobrinya, can i... Well, there`s a girl who thinks that i cannot become a hero.
— And you think you can?
— You`ll show me a couple of your bogatyr techniques, and as for heroic words i know them already. This one for example: "Don`t you ever dare to come, enemy, to Mother Russia! You won`t ever burn down Russian towns!" Or here: "Don`t you boast, evil foe, of your dark power, or else..."
— Are you nuts?
...history is written by those who have hanged heroes.