The season is over, the play-offs are finished and for the third time in five years our Giants are the heroes of the World Series. I have to admit that I am not a sports fan; I am a home-town fan. If the Giants weren’t playing, I wouldn’t have watched even one game of the World Series. Without a doubt, my son and I will talk about these three World Series championships for years. In 2010 Mike was deployed to the South Pacific with the United States Marine Corps, in 2012 he was deployed to Afghanistan, and this year my daughter Kelly is “deployed” as a teacher in Santiago, Chile. It seems as long as one of my kids is out of the country, the Giants manage to win the World Series. It really isn’t a fair trade off to me.
But the events of last week really made me consider my own definition of a hero. My online dictionary defines hero as “a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.” Last week many of us talked about Hunter Pence, Pablo Sandoval and Madison Bumgarner as heroes. And in a sense they are, but only on a small stage. A great year at work is certainly to be admired, but as I age, my heroes need to be “great” over an extended period of time.
So, who are my heroes? Easy to answer. They are the Moms and Dads, the Grandparents, the Teachers, the Priests who don’t use the phrase “24 / 7” to describe their work hours, but actually are on duty at all times of day and night for all kinds of situations. I used to ask my Dad when he felt he was a “retired” parent. His response was always to roll his eyes and laugh.
Take the time this week to thank a real hero in your life. A phone call, a hug, or the simple words, “I love you” are great places to start to acknowledge the real heroes. God bless you all.