It’s easy to recognize heroics in the man who rescues a child from a burning building or the cops who put their lives on the line for us every day. It doesn’t take much to find valor in a soldier on a battlefield or a daredevil search and rescue team. The notice and accolades are richly deserved for those and others who risk it all for us. But they aren’t the only heroes.
I define a hero as a person whose actions or presence saves or greatly improves another person’s life. So I’d like to take this week to recognize my personal heroes; and not one of them, I’d wager, knows just how much I value them. They are the family I married into. They are the people who fill all the last remaining voids in my life. I’d found peace and contentment in almost every area of my life prior to marrying my wife but until that day, I was oblivious to the vast emptiness left by the absence of a family of my own.
This week is my tribute to them.
