The Real Hero

The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay’s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn’t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomach—a hunger that had become as familiar as his own name.

People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, “Get a job,” or “Why don’t you fix yourself?” as if he hadn’t tried. As if he hadn’t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn’t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn’t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal.

He’d done everything he could. He’d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight.

Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasons—a smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world.

People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn’t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him.

At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren’t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left.

And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actions—offering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn’t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human.

Jay couldn’t help but think of all the so-called “kindness” he’d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for example—did you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn’t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion.

As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn’t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn’t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of things—and in each other.

That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive.

He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?!

it's not about who you help Ellen you've helped so many people right? who did you ignore!?

and yet I'm called crazy you claim you want to help people but then the people who actually need your help you avoid at the request of people you don't even question y!!! wh

Told to fix myself, like I'm broken glass,


But I've been fighting, trying to last.


Lost in the shadows, out of the lights,


They say "Get up," but don't understand,


I'm holding on with these worn-out hands.


When the world says I'm lost, I'm still strong,


They're the ones who survive when the nights get cold.


I started sharing what I've been through,


Maybe the world needs real change, not TV,


Does that mean I don't deserve to eat today?


But you don't see me through the night.


Holding on to hope, chasing broken dreams.


It's about the love that breaks the chains,


When no one's watching, when no one sees,


Yeah, the real heroes live in the fight,


So here's to the ones who keep the light,


You're the real heroes, shining bright.


Chapter 9 - after two, won end e(blinds)