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Charles Ramsey

There have been studies on the bystander effect and how in the face of danger, people do absolutely nothing.

The same people laughing and making a joke of that man’s courage and heroism are the same ones who listen and watch their neighbors abuse their wives or children.

I dont care about the viral videos, the autotune, or the memes. At the end of the day, that man looked danger in the eye and went into a situation not knowing the outcome and on top of all of that, when they asked him about the award he said give it to the girls, I get a paycheck.

Forget your textbooks, that man is everything a hero should be.

“ "Anonymous from Veracruz, Mexico, and the world, we want you to know that a member has been kidnapped when he was doing Paperstorm in our city. We demand his release. We want the army and the navy to know that we are fed up of the criminal group Zetas, who have concentrated on kidnapping, stealing and blackmailing in different ways. One of them is charging every honest and hardworking citizen of Veracruz who busts their rears working day after day to feed their families. We are fed up of journalists and newspapers of Xalapa, Córdoba and Orizaba because they are constantly crapping on honest authorities like the army and the navy. We are fed up with taxi drivers, commanders and "police-zetas" officers of Xalapa, Córdoba, Orizaba, Nogales, Río Blanco and Camerinos... who are chickens and have made themselves the most loyal servants of these (expletive). For the time being, we won´t post photos or the names ... of the taxi drivers, the journalists or the newspapers nor of the police officers, but if needed, we will publish them including their addresses, to see if by doing so the government will arrest them. We can´t defend ourselves with a weapon, but if we can do this with their cars, houses, bars, brothels and everything else in their possession ... It won´t be difficult. We all know who they are and where they are. (Images with sound of explosions) You made a huge mistake by taking one of us. Release him. And if anything happens to him, you (expletive) will always remember this upcoming November 5th . Knowledge is free. We are Anonymous. We are a legion. We don't forgive. We don't forget. You wait and see.”

—http://www.chron.com/news/houston-texas/article/Online-hackers-threaten-to-expose-cartel-s-secrets-2242068.php

Kidnapped

Pitch walked around his globe, eager to get to work on his nightly rounds of visiting all the sleeping children of the world. Although, the ones that weren’t asleep were sometimes the most fun. He enjoyed watching the fear settle in their eyes as he emerged from the shadows, ready to unleash his nightmares upon them. It wasn’t until he saw all the lights flickering in the town of Burgess did his anger return to him. There were many believers in that town, but one stood out amongst the rest. Jamie Bennett wasn’t a young boy anymore; he was in his teens and he still managed to hold on to his belief in the Guardians. Especially Jack Frost. Pitch didn’t know if Bennett would ever stop believing in the Guardians. Jack, according to Jamie, would often visit him to see how he was doing and to have some of their usual ‘fun’.

Pitch slammed the side of his fist on the globe. He hated that Jamie’s belief was so strong and wanted nothing more than to get rid of it, if not weaken it. But Pitch’s nightmares never seemed to work. Or at least have long-term affects. And then there was Jack. He seemed to think he and Pitch were becoming friends of some sort. Pitch didn’t like the thought of it. He tried to be friends with Jack once and he refused. Now Jack had the nerve to come to Pitch and joke around with him whenever he saw him walking about, throwing snowballs and whizzing around him with his annoying laugh. Jack seemed to have forgotten who it was he was joking around with. Then, Pitch had an idea. Perhaps he was being too gentle on both Jamie and Jack. It would almost be midnight in Burgess, and Pitch knew that if Jamie was home, he would be in his room, either watching tv, on his laptop, or sleeping; it didn’t matter. He chuckled as he walked through the shadows, appearing right outside Bennett’s home in Burgess, a light barely coming through the window of Jamie’s bedroom.