Hero

The forces of evil are gathering against me. I carry the scars, bruises, scrapes, and gashes to prove it. They try to push me down, but I will not be beaten! Why, you ask? Here is why. Because the forces of good will ALWAYS overpower the forces of evil. Just ask the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Batman and Robin, the Fantastic Four, or Woody and Buzz. They all succeeded, but I beg you to notice also that they couldn’t do it alone either. They had to have hero support.

If I may *humbly* refer to myself as the hero of this story, let me explain. The gashes, bruises, and scrapes are indeed real. Bruise 1 – I slip off my chair at work and bang the top of my foot on the metal foot rest. Foot goes numb and bruise immediately swells up and there is a definite dent in the top of my foot. Scrape 1 – I pass a chair at work and it attacks me and scratches me. Dangerous. Scrape 2,3,4,5,6,7, & 8 – I fell off a scooter. Don’t laugh! It hurt. And now I have only a part of my toenail left. Gash 1, 2, 3 – also from the scooter fall, strategically placed on my knee, ankle, and big toe. So the forces of evil have attacked by injuring me, the hero, and therefore hindering me in my quest for an enjoyable day. But wait! I have hero support! For bruise 1, my two favorite GA’s from the business office came bravely to my rescue. Chipper even ran upstairs to find ice for it. Swelling goes down and only a dull ache remains. Scrape 2,3,4,5,6,7, & 8 and Gash 1,2, &3 were all treated by my adopted family, the famous Rawlings. Between giving up the rest of their walk, loaning me shorts to give easier access to the wounds, bandaging with what seemed like an entire box of Band-Aids (insert band-aid song), and feeding me Italian Ice, the Rawlings successfully defeated the evil regime of blood and pain.

So, when I come right down to it, I’m not really a hero. I’m just a clutz with a tendency for getting hurt. And I definitely could not survive without all the help and support of friends and adopted families this summer. They are the leaders of the forces of good and my heroes. I’m pretty sure with their help, I’ll even make it through this summer with minimal scars to show for it.

And because I know you were all wondering exactly how the Band-Aid song goes, I will sing it for you. Because this is my new motto…

I’m stuck on Band-Aids, cuz the Band-Aids stuck on me. I’m stuck on Band-Aids so those germs won’t stick on me!