Fiction and Reality

Well I originally wrote this last Thursday for my 3rd spot, but I figured not everyone knows where that is, so I should post it to somewhere the rest of my friends can see.

The great thing about comics and fiction all around is that the characters you create (if you're the author), or read about (obviously if you're the reader/viewer/listener) have the potential to be or do anything. Spider-Man can swing on web lines through a jungle of concrete and steel. Wolverine heals when he has flown through the window of his pickup truck. Neo returns returns to life after Smith kills him. Fiction is great for these things. They let us believe that miracles are possible. They give us the hope that we can somehow overcome the seemingly insurmountable.

But what about our every day heroes? The guy who directs you when you've lost your way. The woman who dropped a $5 bill into a donation box instead of using it to buy a bag of milk for her family. When they fall, who is there to pick them up? Another hero. They don't always wear masks or flashy spandex. Sometimes they don't even wear pants above their asses.

But they are there.

Today I salute the heroes at the hospitals in Niagara Falls and Hamilton. The Ambulance drivers, the doctors (with or without special names), the nurses, and everyone who helps these folks along the way. I salute them because today I can still talk to MY hero. For the miracles they performed yesterday, they should all be venerated. It's all in a day's work for them, but it means the world to me, and to my entire family.

True Heroes.

To all of you: Thank you.

S

posted by Asymmetrik @ 1:13 a.m.