The day I met my hero. Essay of story I never thought that someday I would meet my hero. It was at night. I got out of the bus and I began to walk along the street. Nobody was there. Suddenly, three young people surrounded me. One of them said that I must give them the money. Poor young man. He was wrong. I wasn't carrying on any coin. The other couple of young people took off a knife from the pocket. They showed me it. But I wasn't afraid. I only was looking at their faces. Any scream, any word. But, immediately, a tall man appeared close to me. He was in front of those young people. He didn't say anything, but he took off a gun. The young people ran away quickly. And the tall man disappeared. He was my hero. He saved me.