The genuine account of ‘The Day I Became a Hero’ is a lesson of how quickly the fickle Lady Fame can turn a genuine hero to a zero in the blink of dark, almond eyes. A hero’s status depends on the adulation heaped on him or her by appreciative fans, in my case my co-workers. The same tale told to one who is pragmatic and having nothing to gain can elicit a much different response, if not of scorn then a decided lack of enthusiasm. No praise or bravos, rather a noncommittal well, I guess you had to be there. To think I’d believed for decades at least on one occasion I’d behaved in admirable fashion – hard cheese, I guess.