My Hero-ish

Writers have painted an image of the modern reluctant urban hero. He
doesn't have to be reluctant. He could be suburban or even rural. He
doesn't save anyone and isn't necessarily male. And it's an older idea
than the term "modern" gives for it credit. But this willing ageless
epicene of multicultural backgrounds needs only to perform one action
to win the approval of the audience. A normal girl struggles through
the day in job as a country-singing waitress only to come home at night
to her abusive alcoholic husband. Or an ordinary guy working hard at
his job to get promoted while married to an unfaithful gold-digger.
What's required of this waitress is not to go back to school and
legitimately divorce her husband. What's required of this professional
man is not to include simple diversionary tracks in his daily routine
and legitimately divorce his wife. They both have one option. To get in
a car, loosen their tie or let down their hair, and drive off with the
windows down to a destination that lies just outside of the frame of
imagery. This is the image; the cool confident young person reclaiming
their life after mistreatment tossed them through a sea of bad
decisions. People who have the will to drop their current
responsibilities for the hope of taking on only what they want in some
distant place. They are our heroes, playing out our fantasy, with the
conviction and morals that for we ask God.
What they don't show us is how much this person cries on the road.