My hero: the person my whole life depends on. If it weren’t for my hero, I have no clue where I’d be. I love my hero, there is no one like My hero.
But my hero can let me down. In some ways, I wish my hero could be more involved in my life and actually WANT to be. And there are times in my life when my hero doesn’t live up to my expectations. But then, what hero does . . . all the time? I get so frustrated with my hero when something doesn’t go my way and my hero doesn’t do what is expected . . . or wanted.
I get so mad at my hero when all that I had planned for doesn’t play out like I wanted, and my hero doesn’t show up or doesn’t do what was promised. Sometimes, my hero saddens me.
But then I realize something: My hero does more for me than I’ll ever know. What my hero must go through everyday and what decisions must be made, what mistakes my hero makes everyday not having anything to do with me. Then I feel bad because of all the things I had expected from my hero. I get mad at myself that I expected so much from my hero I realize that I built these standards that no human being could ever achieve. If there was an award for “Perfect Hero”, no one would win it if it had the expectations and standards that I hold my hero too. I ask myself, “Why create a hero when my real hero is standing right in front of me? Why wish for someone different than I already have?”
I don’t claim to be perfect, so why must my hero be perfect? Why must I set such high expectations when I know, deep down, that my hero won’t be able to reach?
If you have a hero, ask yourself this: Why ask so much of your hero when you can’t keep you guidelines for a hero yourself?
Everyone should have a hero, it’s like a guideline, a code, apart of who everyone is. My hero just happens to be my Dad. And you can’t get much more heroic than him. Can you prove me wrong? Didn’t think so . . .