like weeds well grow

I do not look up to the people that mainstream culture considers heroes and role models.  Sports figures, TV personalities, cops, and politicians do nothing to inspire me or make me believe that they live any type of life that I would want to emulate.  My heroes are my friends, the people who are making things happen in their daily lives that have the capacity to change how the world works and change it for the better.

It is profoundly more satisfying to sit on a porch talking with your heroes rather than watching them act like another person on television or race a car around a track or beat up people practicing what is left of their rights.

My heroes dig in the dirt, work in offices, have short hair and long hair, piercings and tattoos, crisp shirts and ties.

My heroes have trembling voices, strong voices or sometimes no voices at all.  They are all ages, from various backgrounds.  I learn from them and they learn from me, sharing practical information on fixing bicycle tires or picking wild edible plants, creating the type of community where no one wants for anything if they are willing to participate and work for each other and themselves.

My heroes are everywhere, and I meet more of them everyday.  They grow like weeds, through the cracks and crevices of society, immune to the herbicides dumped upon them.

Be Your Own Hero!