who's my hero?
The Paris Olympic commentators assured me that all the athletes were "heroes". They were indeed impressive, but not heroic. Most do it for money & fame. Win gold & retire to life of fame & fortune.
Truth is, i don't really follow the Olympics much at all. Beautiful people, well resourced, floating over how good they are. But, the Paralympics? I'm a big fan. People distorted & defuddled by disability, striving & I would argue succeeding just being there. I recall a time when people with disabilities were barely tolerated; kept in malodorous back rooms & fed bullshit. Now, here they are; pumped, ripped (some) & going hard for the pleasure of doing it. No holds barred positivity, so good it brings me to tears of joy in humankind. Heroes? Yep.
Then today i see "the dreadlocked biker". Leaning onto the wind, pplong along one of the busiest arterial roads on the region. I first saw him,at be a decade back, back then he had metre long dreads & I would see him every weekday, getting wind blown by heavy traffic, ears blasted with the roaring drone of cars & trucks list metre to his right. Every day, heat, cold, dry or wet, windy or not, there he was being ignored by 40 000 vehicles or more every work day. Why? Save money & the planet, get fit or something else. Any chance of a reward or fame or additional income? A hero? Yep.
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