Some heros don’t wear capes. In fact, heros are often overlooked because they work in the shadows, don’t require credit for their efforts, and are there when no one else is.
Heros come in all shapes and sizes. They are male and female, from any corner of the world. They are often nameless and faceless. Some are recognized by their job title, some by their uniform.
Often times, we mistake someone for being a hero because of their affluence – but I find that to be terrible hero criteria.
My hero wears reflective gear and rescues stranded motorists. My hero has grease on his hands and in his hair, but he doesn’t quit until the job is done. My hero spends his days and nights working alongside a narrow white line to get others out of a bind.
My hero is too stubborn to give up, too brave to give in, too strong to cave under pressure.
I thank God for this man every single day. It is an honor to walk through life with him, to have him by my side, to conquer, struggle, fight, work, and live together as a team.
Regina Walker 