Remembering
When I started this blog, one of the first things I wrote about what was what makes a superhero. For a blog that is going to be about Superheroes, I figured that was the place to start.
Today, it occurs to me that I ignored a key part of that definition.
The hero. What makes a hero?
A hero isn’t a hero because of their abilities. It isn’t the strength of one’s arms, or the speed of one’s legs, or the amazing devices one can build, or any paranormal power that makes someone a hero.
A hero is someone who recognizes that there is a problem in the world, and who does their utmost to correct it.
You don’t have to be a costumed crime-fighter to be a hero. You don’t have to fight monsters, dragons or demons. You don’t need to be sent on a quest by the gods, and you don’t have to struggle against a curse.
You can be the teacher who stays long hours in an inner-city school to make sure that those students get the education that might make the difference in their lives.
You can be the fireman who rushed into a burning building to save just one more person caught inside.
You can be a musician who speaks truth to power through your words and music, expressing ideas that are unpopular but true.
You can be the young soldier who signed up for their tour of duty following a national tragedy.
You can be the entertainer who put aside their own feelings of pain and hurt to perform for people in desperate need of a distraction.
You can be a parent. A friend. A mentor. A colleague.
In the words of Edmond Dantes,
Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout “Do your worst, for I will do mine!”
That’s what it takes to be a hero. The willingness to shout back into the storm. The ability to see a problem, and the willingness to do something about it, no matter the cost to yourself.
Today, I salute those heroes whose sacrifice began five years ago, and continues to this day. The passengers of Flight 93. The workers in the towers and the Pentagon. The rescue workers who tried to save them. The soldiers who fight in their memory.
I do not approve of the choices made by the current administration. I feel that they’ve squandered much, in terms of international goodwill, and in terms of the lives of our young people. But regardless of how one feels about our government, whether you believe they’ve done everything right, everything wrong, or something in-between, the people of this nation have shown countless acts of heroism since that day. And it is to them that I dedicate this entry.
Today, it occurs to me that I ignored a key part of that definition.
The hero. What makes a hero?
A hero isn’t a hero because of their abilities. It isn’t the strength of one’s arms, or the speed of one’s legs, or the amazing devices one can build, or any paranormal power that makes someone a hero.
A hero is someone who recognizes that there is a problem in the world, and who does their utmost to correct it.
You don’t have to be a costumed crime-fighter to be a hero. You don’t have to fight monsters, dragons or demons. You don’t need to be sent on a quest by the gods, and you don’t have to struggle against a curse.
You can be the teacher who stays long hours in an inner-city school to make sure that those students get the education that might make the difference in their lives.
You can be the fireman who rushed into a burning building to save just one more person caught inside.
You can be a musician who speaks truth to power through your words and music, expressing ideas that are unpopular but true.
You can be the young soldier who signed up for their tour of duty following a national tragedy.
You can be the entertainer who put aside their own feelings of pain and hurt to perform for people in desperate need of a distraction.
You can be a parent. A friend. A mentor. A colleague.
In the words of Edmond Dantes,
Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout “Do your worst, for I will do mine!”
That’s what it takes to be a hero. The willingness to shout back into the storm. The ability to see a problem, and the willingness to do something about it, no matter the cost to yourself.Today, I salute those heroes whose sacrifice began five years ago, and continues to this day. The passengers of Flight 93. The workers in the towers and the Pentagon. The rescue workers who tried to save them. The soldiers who fight in their memory.
I do not approve of the choices made by the current administration. I feel that they’ve squandered much, in terms of international goodwill, and in terms of the lives of our young people. But regardless of how one feels about our government, whether you believe they’ve done everything right, everything wrong, or something in-between, the people of this nation have shown countless acts of heroism since that day. And it is to them that I dedicate this entry.
posted by Aaron at 11:10 PM
1 Comments:
and a beautiful entry it is. thank you so much for writting it and sharing it. it was just right...
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