Today’s prompt has had me stumped all day. I’m determined to post before midnight, and it looks as if it will be down to the wire.
Who is my hero?
I’ve considered all the traditional modern day heroes, like the firefighters and first responders, those in the medical field, safety professionals, law enforcement, teachers, child care workers, etc. I’m giving them all a round of applause for jobs well done, but the question is who is MY hero?
I’ve considered all my favorite authors whose writing has inspired me. I could list them here, but as passionate as I am about them, I’ve done that before… more than once.
I think part of my problem is that I’ve lived long enough to know that what ever our background experiences, each of us has the capacity to be a hero, or a villain. It’s a matter of choice.
Another problem I have with the prompt is the word itself. “Hero” brings an image to mind of a steroid abuser with a towel around his neck, who is rescuing a Barbie doll who chooses not to save herself.
I have teenagers. If I teach them anything, it’s going to be that they are capable of being their own hero’s. That is a choice Walt Disney.
So again, who is MY hero? I have to go back to my paternal heritage (yes, again). The history of the ancient Greeks gives me my hero… finally.
My hero is Socrates. The philosopher who said “An unexamined life is not worth living.”
Plato was a student of Socrates.
Aristotle was a student of Plato.
Plato taught Alexander the Great.
Greatness passed down to…
The yogurt guy.
Who’s your hero? Tell us a story about why that person plays such an important role in your life.