I was in a restaurant the other day. Okay, it was McDonalds, but whatever. Anyway, there was a group of teenagers sitting at the table next to us. They were talking so loudly, just having fun, that they were annoying everyone in the entire restaurant.

The older man and woman sitting across from me kept stealing glances at them, and the woman actually put her hands over her ears for awhile. Everywhere, people were shaking their heads and tsk, tsking, but, you know, we’re Canadians so nobody actually said anything to the noisy group. The boys and I were saying “what” after every attempt at conversation. We finally looked at each other and burst out laughing. I turned around and asked the kids to be a little quieter. And they did. And everyone in the restaurant breathed a collective sigh and gave me high five eyes. Because, you know, we’re Canadians so we wouldn’t actually verbally acknowledge each other. But I felt the love. I was the McDonalds hero!

Bob Goff, who I don’t know but who I’ve absolutely loved ever since I heard about him through Donald Miller, who I also do not know but whom I am also very fond of, said something I’ve been thinking about. He says a lot of things I really like, but this is my point to ponder recently. This is what he said:

Do something heroic every day.

Really, Bob? Do something HEROIC? Every day? Is it possible? I think I could count on one hand all the times I have been even slightly heroic in my entire life.

A daily heroic act. What would that consist of?

As I’ve thought about it, it seems that doing something heroic would involve three basic things:

1. Doing: an action that

2. Something: has some kind of story or meaning attached to it

3. Heroic: and requires meaningful effort, expense, sacrifice, involvement, investment … on the part of the doer.

I think I’ll give it a go. I’d love to hear your thoughts.