Hero
Wouldn't it be nice to have done something cool? I've wondered if
things might be different for folks after they have saved someone from
a burning house or rescued a child from a well. It is funny how when I
was a kid I dreamed of doing something so cool that every one would
think I was a hero. As I've gotten older, I fear the celebrity. Now,
instead of wanting people to think I'm a hero, I think about doing some
great deed and fading into the background as some kind of unknown hero.
Now I'm an old man who has no need for heroism. I just want things to
be quiet. I just want to live a peaceful life away from excessive
tragedy and pain. I understand why people want to live on a patch of
land in the middle of Montana and just be for their lives.
I am addicted to news. I am tied to my computer and the internet. I
have become accustom to the constant influx of information. I feel lost
without a daily dose of news and current events. I can live without TV
or radio for a good length of time. I can even let myself laps into an
information coma for a couple of days. At the end of those days though,
I must get right back on the wagon.
I'm not a hero. I never will be a hero. I'm just a guy who has no idea
what he is doing trying to make it through another day. I'm not sure
there are any heroes. They are all just people trying to make it past
their next bend in the road.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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But you are a hero...like on the fourth of July when we were watching fireworks and Elle only wanted you. She kept reaching and crying for you. You were her hero, her protector. That is just one case. If you really want more I will write them.
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