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You don't need to sit in a movie theater for 3 hours, watching Marvel's Cinematic Universe finale, to see superhuman acts. Turns out, you can see them in your everyday life. All you have to do is find yourself in an immensely stressful situation, where life and limb are potentially at risk, and there you go!

Reddit user, u/JusticeReddNeck, wanted people to shed their secret identities when they asked:

What is the most superhuman thing you have ever seen anyone do?

Strength Beyond Size


Had my Chevy 1500 fall on me. The jack slid out and the Jack stand folded under the weight. The rotor pinned my thigh to the ground. My step brother who is like 5'6" mind you, grabbed the bumper and lifted the truck up enough that I was able to slide out. Didnt break anything, but tore a lot of muscle on my thigh.

I thank him everytime I see him, because it messed up his back. He's not a big guy, what he did was a feat if strength that I do not think I could do and I'm a lot bigger than he is.



My dad was trying to get into knife throwing. One of my younger brothers grabbed a throwing knife and throws it at another younger sibling. My Dad reaches out and grabs the knife, point first, before it does any damage. He was barely cut due to the thick callouses from his job.

I was only 12 at the time and I was really impressed about how good his reflexes were.


When People Are In Need

In New Zealand, after the Christchurch Earthquake a few years ago, there was random footage of people helping at collapsed buildings etc. In the background of one shot, clearly not really noticed by anyone at the time, was a dude picking up massive chunks of concrete walls/building and was just tossing it out of the way like it was made of paper.

The country as a whole nicknamed him 'Increadi-bro hulk'. His response, once media figured out who he was, was that the weight of what he was grabbing hadn't even occurred to him, he just knew there were potentially still people alive under it so it had to go.


A Mind Like No Other

when I was in college all students in our city used to go party in the same street that's filled with bars.

In that street there's also a fries shop where the owner would take like 10-15 peoples orders at the same time without writing them down and he'd never mess up an order. He was a living legend and I've never met a person who studied in this city that didn't eat at that place. Like it would be 4 A.M. and there would be lines of drunk students out the door and not once have I seen or heard of an order being messed up while nothing gets written down, it's insane.

Unfortunately he passed away a few years ago.

His son took over the business and shares the same talent.


To Know Everyone

I had a professor who learned the names of every single student in all of his classes (some of which had 300+ in a lecture) and a little bit about each of them. He could go up to anyone who had been in his class in the past few years and have a relevant conversation about their interests and what was going on in their lives.

To be fair, he had a great system in place to allow him to do this. He took photos of each student with their names and memorized them on flashcards. And he had a ton of student aides who each got assigned a subset of the students to get to know much better and talk about at the student aid meetings. And he assigned a lot of meaningful personal assignments, asked students to talk about how the subject applied to their lives in class, and held fun extracurricular events for extra credit.

But still, going to all that trouble care about and really get to know every single student was pretty superhumanly awesome if you ask me. He absolutely changed my life.



in high school, my marching band director could control the weather. we lived in the rainy south near the coast, where summer storms were common.

It never rained during practice. All four years of high school. The one time it did, the director threw his little clipboard on the ground and just stared up at the sky and it just...stopped. He was a strange man.


Don't Let Them Catch You!

When I was a 6th grader I rode the bus home. Halfway through the route the bus would pick up kids from another school. These kids would often encourage the bus driver to speed over dips and bumps as it would launch the kids a few inches in the air. She never did it until one time when she took a bump at 45 mph. Kids hit the luggage racks, flew across seats, and the emergency door at the back flew open and this 10 year old kid fell out of the bus.

Now the bus was slowing down at this point but still travelling fairly quickly and this kid rolled back to his feet in one fluid motion, sprinted up to the bus and leapt the 5 or so feet back through the doorway like he wasnt forcibly ejected from a moving vehicle


Steel Your.......Will?


Watched a friend of mine get kicked in his junk while in a heated argument with some girl. He just took and and continued arguing like this attempt to ruin his day did nothing to him at all.


No Chance for Survival

I work in a Major Trauma hospital in London and we once had this young boy arrive in the middle of the night whose arm, from the elbow down, had been completely sliced off by a machete. The police-man arrived a few minutes later looking as white as a sheet, holding a bag with the arm inside. This boy is knocking at deaths door. The arm has a tourniquet on, but he has lost so much blood that even after 16 units, the highest we could get his blood pressure was around 87 systolic.

Within about 5 minutes of being inside our department, the boy gets rushed off to theatre and when we turn the corner all of a sudden we see the trauma surgeon running along the theatre floor, his sterile gown flying behind him looks like a goddam cape and it's like something out of a freaking movie.

I wasn't present for the surgery but I know he did it, he spent about 15 hours but he reattached all the vessels, the ligaments and everything that needed to be done for that arm. I think after a few months it was pretty much fully functional again!

Might seem pretty non-superhero, but to me he is a superhuman.


Sometimes, It's Not About Strength

I worked at McDonald's for a summer with this tiny old Aisan guy named Panya. He had three jobs and spoke very little English. Every now and then, Panya would spend $100 to pay for 100 ice cream cones, then say "Ice cream free today!" and let kids get ice cream without paying for it.

He also exemplified the "old Asian kung fu master" stereotype and did backflips in the store lobby, which was pretty cool.


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