We all have our definition of heroes. To some, it’s those superhuman fictional beings with outrageous strength and fantastic skills. I’ll be honest…I certainly felt like a hero when I was four and used to wear my Wonder Woman underwear. It was my tip-top secret that on those days I could tear off my pants and save the world if requested …luckily Spindle City pre-school was never attacked by nuclear missiles or assaulted by an evil villain.
My mom might not have been too proud with that phone call.
A couple of weeks ago I was an honoree at Simon’s Soiree, a heart screening fundraiser for Simon’s Fund. This non-profit organization is in memory of an infant whose life was claimed by LongQT Syndrome, the same underlying and life-threatening cardiac condition found in as many as 1 in 4,000 people…Most are unaware of its existence. The auctioneer at the event, a local sportscaster personality, unexpectedly posed the question to all of us: “What does being a hero mean to you?”
In his line of work, professional athletes are often credited with this term. There is an incredible amount of courage attributed to the competitor who parts the seas and leads the way to a World Series championship or a Super Bowl victory.
Luckily, our auctioneer friend disagreed with the way athletes are portrayed. He assured us that none of us would turn down the $30 million a year to lead the “difficult” and “valiant” life of a professional athlete. Where was the heroism in that?
He explained that heroes are the parents of Simon, people who fight through their own pain to prevent others from experiencing grief and loss. Heroes selflessly push to create change, no matter the personal obstacles, no matter the struggle. Heroes help other people, whether they personally know those people or not.