My Hero

Heros are people we admire, we respect, we emulate. We find them. We follow them. We learn everything we can about them so that we can mold and reshape our lives to better be like them.

We have our heros and our idols, our athletes, our scientists, our billionaires, our religious icons, our rock stars, and our parents. Their pictures grace our humble abodes so that we can see them and absorb their essence every day of our mediocre lives. Their images act like our lucky charms, like our talismans, like the things that produce the magical and miraculous effect of making us more like them.

Do you have a hero? Who is this person? Why do you admire them? Why do you want to be like them? Are they skilled? Are they graceful? Are they rich? Are they famous for the accomplishments? Are they infamous for their escapades? Are they who you wish you were?

I have a hero. My hero supplies the necessaries of life to me and my family. My hero is someone that gives us support, endurance, and strength. My hero lays his life on the line every single day to provide this to me and my family. He takes great risks and dodges great perils to get to where he has to go. People tend to impede my hero's progress to his manfest, either intentional or not. Some people have inflicted great bodily harm on my hero, but that doesn't stop him, nor even slow him down.

My hero is a nomad, a wanderer, a traveler who knows every nook and passageway of our city. His travels are legendary in the annals of voyage. In his travels, he earns for meager compensation from his organization. He relies heavily on our contributions to sustain his livelihood. But does that deter him? Oh, no!

He rides an motorcycle with great strength, skill, endurance, grace, wisdom, and velocity through all climates, through all traffic jams, and over every sidewalk and island if the needs be. His brakes often go unused until he screeches to a stop in front of my house.

He is weatherproof, and so is the thermal insulating hot-box that is bolted to the back seat of his bike. He keeps my family's sustenance in that box, double insulated in a thermal bag, to keep our product fresh and warm all the way to our door in 30 minutes or less, or it's free.

My hero is the Pizza Delivery Guy. I tip him well.

A Bit of Knowledge

Never let money get in the way of your friendships.
Never let friendship get in the way of your money.

Keep them separate. Keep them apart.
One has a way of messing up the other.