I have always been impressed when someone waxes about his/her personal heroes. Usually, that hero is an individual very close to him/her (mother, father, sister, brother, et cetera) or someone universally recognizable (e.g., Gandhi, a world political or religious leader, Oprah Winfrey.)
(DISCLAIMER: Just for the record, I am not an Oprah fan. I find her incredibly self-absorbed even though she does have moments of altruistic behavior. I merely chose her as a celeb example instead of Paris Hilton because it's early and I can't think of anyone better right now. *yawn* *coffee slurping ensues*)
Back to the blog topic...
I, however, have no heroes.
Certainly, I've encountered adults and kids who were heroic--there's no question about that. But there's no one I "look up to" and try to emulate.
I've tried to imagine what it must be like to have a hero. I'm guessing it makes you feel very comforted and inspired.
But does it also create an internal struggle to put a person on a pedestal so much higher than yourself? In other words, does it give you the impression that you're never good enough because you cannot possibly be as [fill-in-the-blank] as your hero(es)?
Heavy stuff for 6:41 a.m., huh?
(I need more caffeine.)