I still feel bad about that "Badge of Honor" thing that the Mayor of the city presented me before a large crowd last year.
Yet, when you hear a group of people chanting, "Moleturd! Moleturd!", Moleturd!" it gets to you so you just take the key to the city and the badge and go on with your life.
However, I myself know that I am no hero.
It was like this: A car ran into a building close to our office and someone yelled, "It's a suicide bomber!" and I immediately shat my pants. So, even though they didn't all hear about the car bomber, the scent was so bad that every single person got out safely before the bomb blew!
So some how they all thought it was my running towards the bathroom that headed them that way and out the side door to safety.
Oh well, some days your're the windshield & some days you're the tumble bug!