Don’t call me amazing.

Amazing is something reserved for the person that finds the cure for cancer.

It’s the moment you look into your child’s eyes for the first time.

It’s a beautiful sunrise on a crisp winter morning, an eclipse, or sending a man to the moon.

But it’s not a woman doing the right thing at the right time. That shouldn’t be considered amazing, it should be considered the norm.

I once gave the Heimlich maneuver to a woman in Red Robin. One hundred people watched while Bob cleared a place on the floor in case I had to continue efforts on the floor. Thankfully the onion ring dislodged… she and I looked uncomfortably around the room and quickly sat down. I’m sure I did it wrong. But somehow it worked, and she lived.

I gave the Heimlich again to a 4 year old girl at work… an employee’s daughter swallowed a piece of hard candy. My employees watched as I worked on her tiny frame. When I was finished, I told someone to call the janitor to clean up the puddle on the floor where the candy came out. I asked her if she was OK, then returned to my office.

At a QuikTrip a man fell at my feet in an epileptic seizure. He hit his head so hard blood began to pool near his mouth. I dropped to the floor and began directing people to call 911 and to get me a towel for his head. While a crowd watched I cradled his head and spoke softly in his ear until his body relaxed and medical services came. He told me his name was Charlie.

I received no medals. For my efforts I received a burger, a hand drawn picture, and free sodas for life…

Then something happened to me…

My son was murdered.

While others stood back and said, “It’s not my responsibility to say something.” I stood up and created Corey’s Network, Inc. a foundation to help others.

But I expect no medals. Because I am NOT AMAZING.

My actions should be considered THE NORMAL REACTION!!!

Why am I saying this?

Because unfortunately what I do is not the norm. People should stop what they are doing to help their neighbor BECAUSE IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO!! Not because there is a reward attached. Not because there is fame or glory involved. There should be no fear of being sued or of doing it wrong. STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT!!

Someone out there knows who murdered my son. They are scared to stand up. They don’t want to be the person that stands out in the crowd. They don’t want to take the chance to be different or have someone angry at them. Or you can put whatever hair-brained excuse in here you choose.

I will say that my three medals (a burger, a picture, and sodas for life) are worth more than whatever you are protecting.

STAND UP for what is right!! TELL the police what you know!! The reward is $8,000 if that’s what you need to motivate you.

I know that this secret weighs heavy on your heart. It’s like a splinter… it digs deeper and deeper the longer you ignore it. It’s going to fester and grow toxic…

If I’d let one of those individuals I described earlier suffer needlessly, or even die… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

Can you?