This morning, I've been thinking a lot about the idea of
heroes. When we're children, we have a lot of heroes. For some people, a hero
may be a parent, teacher, or favorite character. For example, a child might
admire a firefighter, her first grade teacher, or a superhero like Spiderman or
Superman.
As we get older though, our heroes start to become
tarnished. The child may learn that the firefighter isn’t that heroic or may
outgrow his admiration of Superman. As adults, we assume that everyone is
tarnished, everyone is flawed and we stop admiring people who aren’t “perfect.”
We stop believing in the idea of heroism, and we become cynical and jaded about
human nature.
I think many of us still have an idealism about what a hero
should be, but real life experience teaches us that there are no heroes because
a real human can’t live up to the perfect ideal. Perhaps we need to change our
definition of heroism. Maybe a hero is not a person without flaws. Instead, the
true hero is someone who overcomes her or his flaws when doing so matters most.
Personally, I have four people I admire greatly. Three of my
heroes are fairly well-known, while I don’t know the name of my fourth hero.
For those who know me well, it won't be a surprise that my four heroes are
members of the gay and lesbian community. My first hero is U.S. diver and
Olympic gold medalist Greg Louganis. Mr. Louganis overcame so much to
accomplish his diving records, and I admire the fact that he was flawed but
still great. Anyone who hasn’t read is memoir “Breaking the Surface” should buy
a copy and read it.
My second hero is Col. Greta Cammermeyer, the Army nurse who
challenged “Don't Ask, Don't Tell” in the early 1990s. Col. Cammermeyer served
with integrity, and her suit against the Army made her the highest-ranking
officer to challenge that law. She later had an unsuccessful bid for Congress.
Again, those who haven’t read “Serving in Silence,” the memoir of her service,
should get a copy soon.
My third hero is Mark Bingham, one of the passengers on
United Flight 93. Mr. Bingham was about my age and also born in Arizona. More
importantly, he was among those passengers who rushed the hijackers and kept
Flight 93 from reaching its target. I should also add that I respect his mother
because she didn't let the media “whitewash” his story. That is, she made sure
America knew that one of its 9/11 heroes was gay. I think too many parents
would have tried to hide that fact, and I admire her for being true to Mr.
Bingham’s memory.
My fourth hero is a woman whose name I have never known.
However, her face is seared in my mind. Following the horrific 1989 earthquake
in California when two sections of the freeway collapsed onto one another like
pancakes, she was regularly shown on the news walking that stretch, tears
streaming down her face, searching for her “friend.” I don't know if it's true,
but I've heard in the years since then that she was looking for her lost
partner. Of course, no news agency would say that in 1989, and I’ve never been
able to find out what her name was or for whom she was searching. Whether or
not she was actually a lesbian, her devotion and her sorrow will forever haunt
my memory.
These four people were not perfect. They were human, which
means they made mistakes, they had flaws, and they sometimes did things that
weren't admirable. What sets them apart is that when it really mattered, they
were true to themselves and they faced adversity with integrity. That's a model
we all should follow. I wonder how many of us would have our legacies
whitewashed and “straightened up” by those we leave behind?
This is beautiful.
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