Heroes
I was sitting in seminar today struggling to stay afloat in discussion and away from more tempting thoughts when I looked across to see MLA typing away on her laptop.
Heroes come in all forms - sometimes they are clad in police uniforms; other times they embody with full grace a life of struggle, experience and heartache. My favorite part though, is the satisfaction of victory that emanates from their eyes, the lightness of their movements, their smiles.
So what is a hero?
I think a hero, in one respect, is someone who comes to the rescue, applies their expertise like salve on wound. MLA, as she sits across from me, represents another aspect of a hero - someone who walked through the fire and came out standing, happy and full of light. It’s a torch that those of us who are about to embark on the journey can carry, hoping that by the time we’ve finished paying our dues we come out looking that hot.
But it’s not the only ingredient that makes a hero - it’s not just being able to remain standing, because what good does that do for those of who haven’t solved the mystery yet? I think it’s about being able to stand up after the fact - burned, raw, healing - and hold the hands of those who are still on the other side of the threshold, terrified to take that step across.
And take it from one of the said terrified - it makes a WORLD of a difference to know that survival is sitting on her laptop typing away, happy as a clam, ready to level with me the moment I slip below the surface.
Thanks.
