I may have saved a life today. Two people told the news guy I was a hero. That struck me as funny. I am not heroic. In fact I tend to take the path of least resistance. Today was a spastic reaction to weird set of circumstances that could have gone either way. With the fourth coming it got me thinking about the nature of real heroism. So I am writing about a few of my heroes and I'd like to read about yours?
I've spent the last two years working on systems to mitigate the effects of IE
more...I may have saved a life today. Two people told the news guy I was a hero. That struck me as funny. I am not heroic. In fact I tend to take the path of least resistance. Today was a spastic reaction to weird set of circumstances that could have gone either way. With the fourth coming it got me thinking about the nature of real heroism. So I am writing about a few of my heroes and I'd like to read about yours?
I've spent the last two years working on systems to mitigate the effects of IED's. I?ve spent time in Iraq. I can tell you that our men and women there are heroic every day. No one time spasms of courage, but day in day out dedication to the task at hand. Their bravery, humor and dedication humbles me. I don't care if you are for or against our actions there the purity of purpose and focus of the men and women is amazing. Our armed services are my heroes.
My middle brother died of AIDS about 15 years ago. It literally ate him up. I will never forget my Southern Baptist father who didn't even understand what being gay was carrying my brothers emaciated 100 pound body to the bathroom. Always a loving father and never judgmental he really was what being a Christian should be. Dad, for this and 10,000,000 other things you are still my hero.
When I bought my first house my neighbors were Tom and Becky. They were devout Catholics and were rewarded with five beautiful girls. Tom and Becky both worked as teachers in Special Education. In the last 30 years they have never fallen out of love, still work everyday with special kids and have 12 grand kids. Tom and Becky you are my heroes.
This week I went to a Braves day game. As I was leaving I took a couple of wrong turns and ended up in a very, very bad part of town. Lots of people standing around, dilapidated houses. I saw two young girls in matching dresses both with a bunch of books. As I pulled even I saw they were both laughing and on their way to a library up the block. I see kids that have everything blaming everyone else and still expecting more. And then I see the sisters in the blue dresses, with most things working against them, making their way in the world. Sisters in the blue dresses you are my heroes.
I know these are random, but I feel better having pointed them out. Heroism isn't an action but a series of consistent actions over time. If you have someone you'd like to call out either way - I'll be reading?
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