Hero’s

We all have them. We admire them, honor them, and call them by many names—
Officer. Pastor. Sir. Ma’am.
Super. Even Mom or Dad.

Heroes come in many forms. They protect, teach, train, and raise us.
We place them on pedestals, look up to them, and some even worship them.

But for me, my heroes are the ones who stand beside me—
the ones I call family.

Mike, Ronnie, and Ben—brothers not by blood, but by something even stronger.
They don’t wear capes, but one carries a Bible.
They aren’t made of steel, don’t leap tall buildings,
and they certainly aren’t faster than a locomotive.

Yet, God placed them in my life for a purpose—
whether to listen, to challenge, or simply to remind me
that I don’t always have to process my thoughts alone,
that my words aren’t meant to echo in the void,
but to be heard, understood, and received by those who truly care.

And then there’s Becky—my wife, my anchor, my unwavering light.
She doesn’t seek recognition, doesn’t demand praise,
yet every day, she proves that love, patience, and faith
are stronger than any superpower.

She holds me up when the weight of life feels unbearable,
speaks the truth when I need direction,
and reminds me that even in the hardest moments,
I am never alone.

These four—each a hero in their own way—
not rescuing cities or wearing medals,
but lifting others up when burdens grow heavy,
offering wisdom when the path seems unclear,
and walking alongside me in this journey of faith.

I don’t need an AI to tell me my thoughts,
because God has given me real voices to hear them,
real hearts to share in them,
and real heroes to remind me what truly matters.

So I honor them—not just in words, but in the way I live.
Because real heroes don’t just inspire,
they change lives.