My Hero is.....

For years when you say the word "Hero" you would think of Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. They all were members of our comic books, television shows and even movies. Then the wars came and when you mentioned Hero you would be talking about Audie Murphy the most decorated soldier ever. You would be thinking of John McCain who spent 5 years in the hands of the Vietcong and survived even though when given a chance to leave and let the enemy try to embarrass his country he decided to stay and gave his chance to leave to other prisoners of war. Those brave soldiers who fought even though the war was not popular.

Action figures were made and every kid back in the 70's had a G.I. Joe and all the tools he needed to take on the V.C. We watched Rat Patrol and Combat on the TV along with Hogan's Heroes and McHales's Navy. Then came September 11th 2001 at or around 8:20 am. Suddenly the average Joe becomes a Hero. The passengers on a plane headed for the U.S. Capital took over and flew the plane into a field in Pennsylvania in order to save other lives. These were Patriots along with the citizens who crawled through the rubble in the Twin Towers to help a coworker get to safety or held their hand and not leaving their side while life left the coworker's body. The firemen, policemen and rescue personal who gave their lives to help others, the ones who survived and still to this day ask "Why not me?",

I find that my Hero's have been historical figures such as John Wayne, George S. Patton, and Ronald Reagan. As I get older I realize who my real hero is and that's my Mom. She lives 2 hours away and takes time to visit me and stay for a few days. She cuts my hair and washes it just because she wants too. You can go ahead and call me a Momma's Boy if you want to, that's ok cause I cherish every moment I get to spend with her. We laugh as we reminisce about the past and talk about the present. She always has a positive attitude and keeps me up to date on family happenings. We always have been a traveling family and they still do. I being unable to go with them am always thrilled to hear the stories about her ventures. She tries her best to involve me in the family outings and will call me from places that she wishes I could share with them. So, when it comes down to it you don't have to look far for your Hero. Sometimes they are there all the time just doing what they do best and that is taking care of their loved ones. Thanks Mom for being my hero.

Stan the Ramblin Man