In search of a superhero
by Carolyn Wyler
As a child, I would grab makeshift items from around the house — such as an old red sheet, a toy ring from a gumball machine, and an old pair of my dad’s dark-rimmed glasses. Miraculously, the ring became a superhero diamond that could zap evil. The glasses allowed me to see the damsel (i.e. my best friend) tied to the train tracks miles away. The sheet, strewn around my back and tied to my neck, allowed me to fly faster than a speeding bullet and whisk my friend to safety, only seconds before the train roared rapidly over the tracks.
I realize now that this childhood fantasy was all in preparation for my real life, self-proclaimed superhero status that I now live.
Every Monday through Friday I don my uniform, disguise myself with a mask of foundation, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, and throw on my dark rimmed glasses that enable me to see micro objects. These miniscule objects, until recently, were actually “normal” in size; however, for some age-based reason I can’t quite pin-point have become near impossible to see without my superhero glasses. Weird.
I slip on my gold diamond magic power ring, a little smaller than it was when I first received it, yet it still retains the power to ward off charming, handsomely disguised evil men. I climb into my bright red, turbo-charged SUV (Superhero Utility Vessel), and zoom off to help fight micro-organisms, illnesses, and cardiovascular disease.
In my own deluded mind I am a superhero. To others, however, this might not be so evident, as they see, a Fall (no longer spring) chicken Cardiology nurse — an irritant and a source of unwanted association as I inject them with an antiserum that will prevent them from getting the bird or swine flu.
Others see me as a vexing annoyance in their daily “coach potato-consume-everything-in sight-eat-drink-and-be-merry-for-tomorrow-you-die” type of lifestyle. It behooves me to convince them that I am their hero and am trying to save their lives by informing them that if they wish to continue living, they must make some serious changes. We have a slogan in our cardiology unit: “Make a change, Make a difference.”
When I’m not in uniform and on my off hours I’m constantly scoping my surroundings. I look around and see a person struggling financially and needing surgery but can’t afford to take the time off from work. I find myself trying to figure out a way to help. I see someone in pain from the recent loss of a mother and I honestly wish I had a power that could take away their mental anguish.
I stand by helplessly and watch the country I love accumulate a build up of economical and political B.S. “plaque” along the inside of its arteries, knowing that unless the nation itself makes some major lifestyle changes, it could be at risk of suffering a massive M.I. (myocardial infarct or in layman’s term, a heart attack). As congress and the White House become overridden with Lex Luthers, we search frantically for Clark Kent, aka Superman (our idea of the ultimate and original superhero) to come to the rescue.
There are many who “appear as wolves in sheep clothing” (or a hero’s cape) and promise they are here to “save the day,” but are in fact imposters and are only out for their own self -interest. Christian prophecy says that the Antichrist will first appear as a form of “Superman.” The real Superman, however, appears to have been lost in our own childhood fantasy world.
From the struggling country, to people suffering from cancer, job losses, home foreclosures, and serious financial hardships, there are a seemingly endless number of people out there in need of a hero.
As much as I desire to, I cannot cure every broken heart or lift every person’s burden. May I suggest another option? Stop searching for a superhero and instead, do as I have done and proclaim your self to BE one. Those in Washington and the 1% would do well to follow suit. I wouldn’t really necessarily care what suit they chose: Batman, Spiderman, Wonderwoman, Republican, Democrat, as long they wear that suit proudly and are honestly looking out for the best interests of everyone else. Perhaps then, we would “Make a change, Make a difference.”