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HERO IS NOT A NOUN. IT’S A VERB.
Robert Downey Jr. said that in an interview that
I was reading with the ghost of Ernest Hemingway looking over my shoulder.
I was reading with the ghost of Ernest Hemingway looking over my shoulder.
He growled, “The man’s right.”
Then, he read the next sentence and snapped,
“How can a man get it right one breath and go tragically wrong the next?”
Then, he read the next sentence and snapped,
“How can a man get it right one breath and go tragically wrong the next?”
“Isn’t that the human condition?” I asked.
“Ha!” snorted Hemingway and stormed off into the
shadows of my apartment.
(He gets that way sometimes.)
(He gets that way sometimes.)
What was the next sentence?
“Heroism’s one aspect of an entire spectrum of
things –
an act of courage is no more important than an act of cowardice.”
an act of courage is no more important than an act of cowardice.”
Hemingway called out from the darkness,
“Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy.
But by God, it will be one worth reading. If Lord Jim had stayed a coward, Conrad’s book would have been shit!”
But by God, it will be one worth reading. If Lord Jim had stayed a coward, Conrad’s book would have been shit!”
The release of the novel Saving Sam by J.L. Campbell has been timed to coincide with National Heroes’ Day celebrations in Jamaica.
Sam, the protagonist finds a hero—or heroine if you like—in his aunt and the mission of this blogfest is to write a maximum of 300 words about someone who has been a source of inspiration. So, Who’s Your Hero?
A THOUGHT:
You may be a hero unawares.
That smile you gave to a grim face. That squeeze to a slumped shoulder. That ten minutes of true listening you gave to a co-worker stressed to the max.
You may also be that "last straw."
That refusal to let a frazzeled driver in line ahead of you. That insistence to your rights in a silly, minor disagreement. That gossip that was "too good" not to pass on.
Little eyes are watching you unaware. Bruised souls study you from the "shadows" of being invisible though in plain sight.
As you go about your job duties, hurting hearts bleed from invisible wounds, wail silent screams.
Do you use your eyes only to not walk into walls, or do you really "see" the people around you?
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
Be that small candle that brightens a black day for someone lost in the dark of their silent pain.
