I wrote about this January, 2022:
I think it best to read this short piece, rather than me expounding on it and repeating myself until you are fast asleep, which admittedly, is a safer and cheaper way to get to sleep rather than taking Ambien.
After you read this piece, I want you, my readers, to think about who your hero or heroes are in life or were in life, and why. And even if you don’t have one, then, perhaps God will find you one, or perhaps you are a hero yourself, and you don’t realize it, but others do.
So please, send some comments about your heroes, and if they are still alive, you do not need to publish names, for privacy reasons, but just let us know, if you want to share.
I appreciate your participation.
SRCarson
My favorite heroes are undoubtedly my parents. They are the unsung heroes of my life, tirelessly working to provide for me and guide me towards a better future.
I think Ollie is a true hero for me. His valuable life lessons have taught me to better understand and appreciate life. I am forever grateful for his presence in your blog.
Wonderwoman had an impact on me. In a certain way, she taught me the sense of justice, to fight for what we think is right and for those wo aren’t strong to get up and say no to the injustice. She taught me that if you can do good, do it, dont let the bad things ruin everything. Wonderwoman also teached me equity, respect and tolenrence. She fights for what is right, and I think she made a part of me on what she believes in.
It may be selfish… but I am my own hero.
Ollie inspires me to go the extra mile. Thank you for inventing him.
Any hero discussion takes me back to Christopher McDougall’s observation that we all have the “ability to unleash tremendous resources of strength, endurance, and agility”.
What separates heroes from spectators is rarely raw talent—it is the quiet decision to cultivate what has been given. When we train the body, discipline the mind, and cultivate our character, we begin the hero’s journey for ourselves.
We become heroic not through the relentless striving towards comfort, but by the patient obedience of practice. Each deliberate repetition, each resisted comfort, each uncelebrated hour is a brick laid in the foundation for the person we are becoming. In that way, heroism is less about spectacle and more about stewardship—of our potential, our habits, and our time.