(This month’s NaBloPoMo theme is heroes.)
There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary
“There Goes My Hero” is one of my favorite Foo Fighters songs. I’ve heard more than a few people say it’s about Kurt Cobain. Since I consider Cobain a talented but troubled individual who died far too young, and not a hero by my definitions, I far prefer Dave Grohl’s own explanation:
“My heroes were ordinary people and the people that I have a lot of respect for are just solid everyday people – people you can rely on.”
Especially those everyday heroes like firefighters, police officers and teachers. Not all of them, of course, and definitely not even all of the ones I personally know.
But in a week like this one, when a young Chicago police officer was killed and others seriously injured, think about those ordinary, everyday heroes who put it on the line for us, because it’s just what they do.
(brought to you by the proud wife of a Chicago firefighter/EMT)
(NaBloPoMo | June ‘09: 2 of 30 | 75% Challenge: 129 of 274)
I can relate to that…
Ordinary heroes. After all, it takes extraordinary abilities to be reliable, honest, loving, caring and all those things which are often overlooked.
It seems that maybe ordinary heroes aren’t so ordinary! Honesty and reliability especially seem to be rare commodities these days.
That story killed me. My bothers-in-law are suburban Chicago cops, my step-father and his brother were Chicagoland cops and my ex-husbands entire family (it seems) are firefighters. People just don’t appreciate what these guys (and women) do for them every day.
:: mingle, mingle ::
Incidents like this one hit home so hard when you realize that it could have happened to a family member or friend. I wish more of the general public who is not lucky enough to have an everyday hero in their family could see the light.