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what is a hero?

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President Richard M. Nixon honors John McCain at the State Department

after McCain was released by the North Vietnamese in 1973

after more than five years as a prisoner of war.

(U.S. Navy)

RIP Senator John McCain

a maverick in the truest sense of the word

“I’ve tried to serve our country honorably. I’ve made mistakes, but I hope my love for America will be weighed favorably against them. I’ve often observed that I am the luckiest person on Earth. I feel that way even now, as I prepare for the end of my life. I’ve loved my life, all of it. I’ve had experiences, adventures, friendships, enough for 10 satisfying lives, and I am so thankful. Like most people, I have regrets. But I would not trade a day of my life in good or bad times for the best day of anybody else’s.”

-John McCain – from a letter he left to be read upon his death

“a hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.” bob dylan

 

 

 

 

image credit: washington post

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same hero, different season.

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in much the same way

that he appeared out of the blue

in the midst of a very heavy snow season

to ask if i would hire him to shovel my driveway

and disappearing just as suddenly

only to appear again

last weekend

wheeling his mower down the sidewalk

and stopping by

to ask if i would hire him to mow my lawn

soon after my lawn mower refused to start

the quiet, polite, hardworking kid with no name is back 

and gone again.

“everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look.”

-maeve binchy

 

 

image credit: pincor products vintage advertising

unsung hero.

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got a call from ‘h’ daughter number three

suddenly looking for solar eclipse glasses

we both called all of our possible sources

everyone was sold out

until

my last call

to the 7-11 store

right downtown

in the heart of the student area

the woman on the phone whispered

“the truck just came in with a shipment”

 felt like i was in a mob movie

this was magic to my ears

 the boys jumped barefoot into my car

we zoomed a few blocks to downtown

quickly pulled into an expired parking space

somewhat close to the store

(disclaimer: all of this was done safely, mom and dad,

so i’m not banned from future care taking)

just as i got out of my car

i spied a meter maid 3 cars ahead

intense and on a mission 

the boys would try to talk her out of it

if she wanted to ticket us

just then

the police arrived to have a discussion

with a group of people and their dogs

who had gathered across the street

enough to distract and delay the meter maid hopefully

ran to the store

and straight into a dead stop

right at the back of a giant line

of students ordering up grilled food

paying with change

moving slowly

apparently not needing to be anywhere

found a friendly worker

asked her if they still had the glasses

she was reluctant and nervous at first

looked around

over her shoulder

 said she could only sell me one

when i asked her

to please sell me a few more

the godfather/district manager

who happened to be in the store

 overheard and stepped in

giving her the nod/authorizing her

to sell me what i needed

she moved me up to her register

rang me up 

she was giggling and happy and smiling with the glasses in hand

my unsung hero

who worked small miracles on this day

i knew i had to sprint back to the car

but while i was in there

negotiating my deal

cement workers had arrived

and closed off the sidewalk

took a detour

made it to the car in time

with all the glasses i needed

no harm no foul

the stars had aligned

happy to have pulled off this caper

boys having learned some real life skills

 no ticket

so glad to have met a person

who went the extra mile to help

that i gave her a tip

and wrote her a haiku in gratitude.

hero haiku

here’s to you hero
big gulp lotto chips seller
you make people smile

 “for a true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength,

but by the strength of his heart.”

(or her)

-zeus (from hercules)

don’t be long.

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cnn-com

before he was an astronaut,

john glenn served as a military pilot during world war II and the korean war.

before leaving for combat missions, he always told his wife annie,

“i’m just going to the corner store to get a pack of gum.”

she always replied, “don’t be long.”

” the return makes one love the farewell. “

-alfred de musset

farewell john glenn, one of my heroes.

credits: cnn.com, mental floss, washington post

never worry about numbers. help one person at a time, and always start with the person nearest you. ~mother teresa




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i went for a visit

 on a day off from teaching

to teach

in my youngest daughter’s class

where she is a first year teacher

and

on my way

i was overwhelmed

when

i thought about

her class

so young

and

so many of them

who

live

amid

poverty

and

violence

and

hunger

and

chaos

and

i wanted to

stop

and

buy them

everything

for many

have nothing

but

when i got there

we shared

a meeting

a holiday lesson

paint and glitter

stickers

 books

and

hugs

and

as i

sat on the floor

with them

and read stories

and told them

about the holiday

and sang songs

and played games

and helped them

one on one

and watched

the stronger ones

help the others

who were struggling

it was clear

that no matter

their circumstances

first and foremost

they were still children

who needed attention

and love

and support

and

with kind hearts

who happen to be

in

tough situations

through no fault

of their own

and

some will sink

and

some will swim

and

rise above

and

my daughter

is someone

who is helping to

make that difference

for them

just by caring

and trying

and

giving her all

and then some

even in this

very challenging  environment

and one said,

‘i never had a rainbow sticker before. i really love it so much.’

and

it was so small

but meant a lot to him

and they sat near me and braided my hair

and felt it

because it was different

and asked me questions

about their teacher

my daughter

‘does she have any sisters?’

‘you her mama?’

‘can you bring in your grandkids?’

and i realized

what a hero

my daughter is

each and every day

and

i was

overwhelmed

all over again

and

i could not

be prouder.

—-

ON HEROES WITHOUT CAPES

“when I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. they were spectacular and got a lot of attention.but as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help a child is a hero to me.”

– mr. rogers