I was intrigued to learn that this issue would discuss heroes. Growing up watching Superman on television, I thought that the definition of a hero was a mild-mannered man with geeky glasses who would sneak into phone booths and emerge with a red cape, X-ray vision and the ability to fly anywhere necessary to wipe out evildoers. In the 11th grade, Wonder Woman hit the television scene and I realized that a hero could also be a woman with beautiful hair, a really tiny waist and cool red boots. It made me think that maybe I could be a hero too? I could buy the boots ... but the hair and waist, not so much.
But ultimately, I was right. With each new day, we are all given opportunities to be a hero to someone. Let me tell you about my recent encounter with a real-life Wonder Woman.
Four leaf clovers have always reminded me of my dad because we used to hunt for them when I was a little girl. I became quite good at finding them, too! He lived with me for several weeks before entering hospice and passing away last May. During his last days, it seemed every time I turned around I found a four-leaf clover and thought of our times together. This year, a few days before Father’s Day, I was sitting on my patio reading the Father’s Day posts from friends and became very lonely for my dad. “I sure would like to find a four-leaf clover today,” I thought.
"Every day we come into contact with someone who needs help, encouragement or maybe just a smile.”
That evening, I took my dog, The Duker, out for his walk in the park. We usually walk on the wooded path, but I stayed on the track this time because it looked like rain and I wanted to be close to the car. As we were walking, we passed a lady, we smiled, nodded and kept going. A little bit later this same lady walked toward us with a big smile and something in her hand which she held out for me to take. A four-leaf clover! She said something, which I did not hear, and kept on going. I was literally stopped in my tracks! Stunned.
I stood there a minute, then turned to chase down this very fast walker. When I caught up to her, I asked her what she had said, “This will bring you good luck,” she repeated. I told her how special it was to me that she did this and through tears, asked if I could hug her. She was so sweet, told me she was sorry for my loss and that she would pray for me.
A brief encounter. A person who followed her instincts and made my day better. My own hero.
Every day we come into contact with someone who needs help, encouragement or maybe just a smile. Always remember, you don’t need a red cape (or cool boots) to be the hero who saves the day for someone else.