That isn’t a typo. “Heros” is the greek spelling for “heroes”.
In ancient Greece, and elsewhere, heroism was not only common, it was expected.
A hero is a person who stands ready to sacrifice for the good of others.
I don’t just mean the physical kind – heroism is also, perhaps especially, about mental, emotional and spiritual courage, passion and discipline.
In times that have mostly been forgotten, girls and boys were raised to be strong, capable and accountable. Not just for their own survival, but for contributing to the survival of others.
It was a multidisciplinary endeavor of optimal nutrition, physical self-mastery, and mental conditioning. The hero’s skills were studied, practiced and perfected – passed from parent to child, teacher to student, generation to generation.
The art of heroism wasn’t about the kind of bravery that seems to baffle modern media when it happens – it was about developing sufficient capacity and competency that bravery wasn’t an issue.
And it wasn’t about dying for a cause (although it required this level of commitment) - the goal was to figure out a way to contribute so that you didn’t go down at all.
How different would our society be if we shifted from looking out for ourselves to looking out for each other?
How different would you life be if you shifted in this way?