November 11th, the day we set aside for remembering those who've served in the Armed Forces, is always a special and somber day for me. Although I briefly served in the 'Reserves' years ago, it's nothing compared to those who've actually gone overseas and risked their lives for their country.
It doesn't take me long to reflect on my own father, who at nearly 95 years of age, still reminisces about his experiences. And that's when it hits me, that real heroes aren’t born or conjured up. They are often ordinary people just like you and I. The difference is that heroes rise up when faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges in the face of adversity. And what really defines a person is how he or she faces those challenges.
Yes, some choose to walk away, even cave in under pressure, but not my father. He isn’t a quitter; he’s an over-comer, and my hero.
When I first broached the idea of writing his life’s story, he looked at me quizzically to see if I was joking. I assured him I was not and proceeded to explain that his story would be an encouragement for many. What followed was a two year collaborative effort, where I came to know my father better. An unexpected bonus was that I came to see him in a different light, having the unique opportunity of getting to know him as a young man. I was fascinated and surprised at the same time. I learned about things that I had never heard of before, appreciating him as a young man, full of hopes and dreams for the future.
I'm just as proud of him today as I was when we embarked on the project.
My father is still my hero.POW #74324