I hear a lot these days about heroes. Apparently there are heroes everywhere. You just have to know where to look. Every day I hear the term “hero” thrown about in reference to someone.
I have to confess a certain jaded cynicism when it comes to
applying the hero label. It’s been done so much that it seems that all you have
to do to be a hero is get your face on the local news or have someone share it
on Facebook, which happens about every 12 seconds.
Sports heroes are freakin’ everywhere! It’s football season,
so we are about to be subjected to the term “hero” being applied to anyone who
can carry or throw a football with any consistency. It doesn’t matter that they
might be arrogant, selfish or greedy. As long as they help our favorite team win,
they’re heroes to us!
Please, people – it’s just a game, no matter what we try to
make of it. Off the field or court, life is still life. If my “hero” can score
a touchdown, it really doesn’t make a difference in what life chooses to hand
us. We can admire someone’s athleticism all we want and enjoy their performance
in a game. Elevating them to the status of hero because of it is another
matter.
Partisan politicians will get the label hero, as long as
they continue to shout loud and long about how terrible/incompetent/evil their
opponent is. Hero? No – just a person who enjoys power and influence without
actually doing anything of substance. That’s nothing new. There’s still a sign
in Dublin
praising the late Senator Joseph McCarthy, calling him a real American hero.
That’s not just inaccurate, it’s science fiction – bad science fiction – SyFy
Saturday night movie science fiction.
With all the conflicts that have involved the U.S. military
in recent years, the word “hero” has almost become synonymous with the
military. Go up to a soldier and ask if he/she is a hero. I would be willing to
bet that you’d hear that they were just doing their job. I admire that kind of
humble realism. A lot of us are not that realistic. I take the risk of
offending someone here, but the truth is that not everyone who puts on the
uniform of the U.S.
military is a hero. A great many of them are, but not all.
Someone is now asking if I have become so cynical that I
can’t see heroic things being done in the world. Before you write me off as
hopeless, let me assure you that I do believe in heroes. I think heroes are
encountered on a daily basis, but we don’t see them. We’re too busy looking for
the spectacular that we cannot see the truly heroic, the people whose actions
chance a life and potentially change the world.
Here are just a few:
Firefighters and first responders: Often these people remain
anonymous. We see only the helmets and gear. We rarely know their faces, but
they risk their lives daily and even hourly for us.
Medical professionals: These folks work incredibly long
hours to care for people who are ill or injured. Some get very little pay and
no recognition. Still they labor on simply because they are needed and they
have something to give. I work regularly with hospice professionals who are
never recognized. They work long, hard and for relatively little pay. They give
their hearts to care for the dying. When death inevitably comes, they take a
moment with their private grief and then move forward to care for the next
person in need.
I guess my point in all this rambling about heroes is simply
this: heroes are not always where you would expect them to be, but there are
also everywhere. Take a moment to think about the heroes in your life. Then do
something about it.
You don’t have to embarrass them by making a big show about
it. A real hero doesn’t want a big, showy display anyway. A simple and sincere
“thank you” will go miles in encouraging someone who is trying his/her best. It
will renew a tired spirit and lift up a sagging soul.
Do it while you have the chance.