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[mrlich]

I just finished reading Astro City: Life in the Big City. It got me thinking.

I've always loved them. Comic books and Super Heroes. While I would deny it fiercely in mixed company, they've been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.

I attribute this love/fascination to my father mostly. When I was only just barely able to understand what he meant, he began telling me stories. They always started with "There once was this little boy who's name was Matthew Lichtenwalner - but he was also secretly the Amazing Spider Man! (or whoever my current favorite was)!" and they always ended with "and the little boy's father said 'Thank you Spider Man! Thank you!'"

Before I was old enough to go to school, I was given an entire world where I could be my hero's hero.

Today, I am all too happy to continue looking for heroes. Oh sure, there might not be anyone swinging through the nighttime sky in tights, or soaring through the air faster than a speeding bullet, but they're out there if you know where to look.

Here's to the heroes in all of our lives - those that teach us right from wrong - and who help us to fly.

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[mrknowitall.livejournal.com]

That was really cool, Patch. Thanks for sharing.