Heroes Don’t Wear Capes
As the skytrain got fuller and more awkward – it became a semi-social experiment. Do people just grab a seat without thought for others? As one woman got up and left right beside me I didn’t take the seat. I motioned to an elderly man to sit there. He had lots of bags and looked weary and tired.
As we motioned on, he left and the man that was right beside me said, spoil yourself, sit down. I did, after a quick scan that no one was in need. It seemed that most people offered up their seats to others – beautiful.
It’s a Canadian thing, I’m sure. Maybe a humanity piece too, but nic know there are kind, considerate, caring human beings out there. It’s the take care of others mantra.
I was transiting to our exclusive SCHC Langley support meeting. Luckily enough a client picked me up in New West (in his smart car) and we got to catch-up there and on the way back. I love sharing these one-on-one moments with others.
The meeting was the largest yet! Good turn-out and topics. Men at different stages of their recovery, but there to keep it going, help others, or get the help they need.
You get to see the ease of sharing, a sacred and safe place to do it in, and witness the bond that is shared by these men – even if they’d never met.
The truest things I’ve learned over the years is to keep the connection alive. To continue to talk from an honest and vulnerable place. Not always so easy, but well worth it. Make the time for yourself and others.
“Heroes didn’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else’s. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”