Our local newspaper carries a section in the Saturday paper called "Random Acts of Kindness" where people can voice a public thank-you to someone who has come to their aid. I like reading this section because it reminds me that there are still people out there who care about others and will go the extra mile to help someone in need. These people are everyday heroes.
I have an everyday hero. It is my husband, Eric. He doesn't perform those "random acts of kindness" that are highlighted in the local paper. Eric is my hero because he gets up and goes to work every day. Anyone who suffers from major depression like Eric, and those who live with them, understand what an enormous effort that can be.
Just this morning, I drove Eric to the trucking yard so he could get in his truck and leave for a trip. (Eric is a long-distance truck driver.) It had been a tough week for him and internally, emotionally, he didn't really want to go. But he got out of bed and we got to the yard. Then he had to deal with a flat tire on his tractor. We said this morning that 20 years ago, something like this flat tire would have laid him low and he would have up and quit right then and there. But today, he took a deep breath, and he dealt with it. He sat patiently and waited for the repair guy to show up, and then sat patiently and waited while the repair guy fixed his tire. Then he got in his truck and left for his trip.
Eric, you're my hero. Because you get up and do it every day even if you have to fight and slug it out some days. You're my hero every day.
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