Heroes. Everyone admires them. Many of us aspire to be one, but true heroes neither aspire or, borrowing from the definition of, seek out notoriety for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.

Many of the posts seen in this blog have received comments about their inspiration or my courage, but I don’t write them to receive fame, I wish that there was no need for me to write this blog, but this disease doesn’t allow me that choice. However, I am inspired by the heroes in my life.

First, and foremost, I am inspired by God. Jesus Christ is my hero and the Holy Spirit provides me guidance as I write. For many readers of this site, I am certain that the Trinity is their hero.

When it comes to celebrities, many of us will list our heroes from when we were growing up. My sports heroes included Mickey Mantle, Harmon Killebrew, and John Havlicek. I wanted to hit homers like the “Mick” and “Killer” while hustling like “Hondo.” 

But this post is not about these heroes. It’s about someone who doesn’t have celebrity. He has not achieved something great as the world would view it. He never would thrust himself into the limelight. He wanted others to experience the glory. He would help you to reach your potential.

However, my siblings would agree with me that they know of no one more heroic than he.

As I was growing up, I would hear him speak of people and athletes that inspired him. At the same time, unbeknownst to him, he was inspiring young men and women as well as his son and daughters. He was a coach, mentor, and a father to hundreds of young men and women.

I am proud to call my Dad my hero. Although over five hundred miles separate us physically, I feel his presence daily. He always had a story to tell and those lessons he taught me now guide me daily. When I do something for my stepsons, I often think, “What would Dad do?” 

Throughout our lives, Dad would give up his needs for us his kids, ball players, and other youth in our community. When he fell ill with a stroke over a decade ago, he used it as motivation for his grandchild, unknown that this action still motivates his children, today. Some might say that Dad surviving the stroke was him being lucky. I disagree.

I think I and my sisters are the lucky ones. And anyone who has been affected by our hero.

Happy Birthday Dad! 


My Dad's birthday is July 1 when he will turn 80 years young. If you see him, have his phone number, or just want to send him well wishes, please do. And let the hero in your life know how lucky you have been inspired by them!