I have never told anyone this, but I was born with a giant head. I was 6 years old before my neck muscles were strong enough to pick it up off the floor. Mostly, I stood around all day and looked for cat turds under the furniture. My parents told visitors I was big bird’s illegitimate son.
Then one day I found a roller skate. I taped it to my head and I discovered freedom. From then on, I was a happy baby with big dreams. I loved cheeseburgers and anything with wheels. I was drawn to fun-loving people with big personalities.
I’m still the same. I love people who capture my imagination with a funny line or an interesting train of thought. I’m struggling to learn French.
For years I have studied history relating to World War II. Nowadays when I read about government corruption, partisan politics, and mass shootings, I feel a deep sadness because we are letting down our grandfathers, who sacrificed so much for a country lawyers and politicians are trying to ruin.
There is a reason why they were called “The Greatest Generation”. They had kindness, honesty, and a generosity of hear that is hard to find anymore.
I aspire to be like them. Those are my super heroes.