If you have read some of my previous posts then you know that my son-in-law, Sgt Buddy James Hughie was killed in action in Afghanistan in 2007. I won’t take the time in this post to rewrite about that. For one reason… I just don’t think I could do it again right now.
However, there are some thing I realized as we were going through those early days and weeks. That realization is that most everyone wants a piece of the Hero. What I mean by that is that people recognise deep personal sacrifices and they are drawn to those occasions like moths to the flame.
In today’s society people think that Heroes are few and far between. Therefore when something like what happened to our family happens they rally around. They want to show that they recognise the tremendous and ultimate sacrifice the Hero has payed. They feel the need to do something to show or express their appreciation for the Hero and the family.
Now don’t miss understand me, as sad as it may seem I also know that there were (and are) those who just had the “car wreck on the highway” mentality. They just want to see what exactly happened and how gory it was. Believe me I know and they are easy to spot too.
Then again I don’t think it takes something like what happened to Buddy for one to be “classified” as a true Hero. Certainly not!
I’m sure we have all heard the stories of people risking their lives in some form or fashion to save another human being. Just because these individuals don’t wear a military, police or fireman’s uniform doesn’t mean that they are not Heroes. Of course they are.
You can not determine who a Hero is simply by what their job title is, the type uniform they wear or their job description or even if they wear a uniform at all.
However, there is one thing in common that every single Hero has with the other Heroes. All Heroes put their well being aside for that of another. The mother and father who decides they don’t need such a big house, fancy car or to go out to dinner three or four nights a week; they decides that it is in the best interest of their children if they actually stayed home to raise them. They sacrifice their own perceived and actual comforts for that of their children. When you see these parents in the grocery store or where ever, they won’t have a bunch of medals hanging off their shirt. They just look like regular people. They are not, they are determined Heroes. In my book anyone who determines to purposely (intentionally) raise their children every single day is a bona-fide Hero!
What of the person who volunteers at the local hospital, homeless shelter, food bank? You bet these people are Heroes too! Any person who determines that giving up a part of their life to help those less fortunate is definitely a Hero.
School volunteers? The guy who cuts the widow’s grass in your neighborhood? The family that decides at Christmas time to buy gifts for the needy instead of going crazy with gifts for themselves? A person who “secretly” leaves a few bags of groceries on a door step? All of these people are Heroes.
Look, if you have read my other posts then you know that I am certainly NOT trying to minimize the gallant actions of our American Hero. But what I am saying is that we need to open our eyes to the heroes that we may see every day. Let these people know you recognize their sacrifice. Tell them how remarkable and selfless they are. Heck if you see the guy cutting the widow’s grass get him a bottle of cold water or give him a ten dollar bill and say, “Thank you for what you doing. I know it’s not much but take this and buy some gas for your mower.”
It is my belief that if each and every one of us deliberately recognize the Heroes in our midst we all would live in a better world.
So here’s a big THANK YOU to all the heroes we see every day.