The smallest big hero
Friday, November 25th, 2011
I’d now like to talk about real world heroes, yes, real world heroes, not the ones that live in comic books.
Real world heroes vs comic book heroes… yes, there are similarities between them, but the main difference is this. With comic book heroes, more prominence is given to their abilities, whereas with real life heroes, it is about the qualities they possess.
Heroes inspire you to be better than who you are, and every now and then, when you need them the most, they swoop in and rescue you. Heroes earn their badges doing different things. And because we are all different, one person’s hero may not be another’s. To some, the Dalai Lama is a hero. To others it may be Steve Jobs, New York Firemen, or Mother Theresa.
For me, my hero is my son, Oliver. I tell ya, his laughter can power a thousand light bulbs, and he is my fuel. There are things in our world that I fight very hard for, good things. And I do it because of him. He is a huge influence on my life, as all heroes are, and I owe him for who I am today.
Children make parents out of normal people, and their dependence on you forces you to be less self-destructive, because you know you have to be there for them. Comic book heroes may be able to save me from goblins and robots and giant land octopuses, but they can’t protect me from that most destructive villain of all – MYSELF.
My Oliver can.
