Earlier this year my friend Bernadette got to meet Bob Geldof, a huge hero of hers. She got to tell him about the impact he had on her life and the whole experience gave her a massive buzz. I remember loving the energy of the conversation when she told me about it and feeling a bit bereft at the fact that I will never have that experience … because I don’t have ANY heroes.
Just recently I have started to wonder why this is. I guess to truly answer that question we first have to establish what a hero actually is. The dictionary says it is:
“a person who is admired or idealised for courage,
outstanding achievements, or noble qualities”
Well there are an awful lot of people in the world who fit the above so how is it that not one of them has impacted me enough to achieve hero status in my mind? Sure there are plenty of people I admire and am inspired by, but there is no one who would blow my mind and render me speechless if they walked into the room right now.
But while I feel a bit deprived in not having any heroes, I am also currently witnessing the huge amount of fallout from the Lance Armstrong debacle and counting my blessings. Armstrong wasn’t just that most ubiquitous of creatures – the sporting hero. He was a hero to those fighting cancer the world over. And now they are all devastated because they have found out their hero is a dirty, rotten, lying cheat.
Maybe this goes some way to explaining why I don’t have any heroes.
It’s because I know that all the people in the world are human beings and all humans are flawed. It is after all these flaws that make us human.
And if you are a flawed human (in the exact same way that I am a flawed human), then there is no way I am going to put you up on a pedestal.
Because chances are, one day you will fall off and I will be left to pick up the pieces …
Do you think the world needs heroes? Do you have a hero? Who are they and why?