It is no less than a mirror before me. I see myself with all the years removed, all the spoils of time. But does that make him a hero, that he is but an altered version of myself, or that my pride is laid so evident upon him? No, it doesn’t. I would be guilty of a conspicuous vanity. But, if a hero is a person who reflects what is fine in you, who may just champion your lost hopes, he is all that. If a hero is someone who believes the best of you and for you, even when you do not, if a hero is one who is not afraid to call up the best that is within you, he is all of that as well. But there is more.
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Friday, December 5, 2008
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