Wednesday, May 16, 2018
There is one thing I know for sure and that is every hero I have ever had, every man and woman I have ever admired for their courage or action(s), every human being I have ever held in high regard have all been flawed individuals. There is no man who has ever walked this planet who didn't have some sort of shortcoming, so to speak. In some cases, these shortcomings involve or have involved unlawful activity... even perverse activity. Do such activities lessen the good in their deeds? Is it better not to find out that say one of your hero's was or is a child molester? In my book, a reality such as this example far outweighs any good they have done in my eyes and therefor the pages with their name on them are removed from my book of memories. But that is just the way I was raised and have come to understand as a human being. I totally understand however the effects of depression where harm is most often done to the self (and yes, it affects all those around as well). I know of more than one of my hero's who lived with depression and more than one who is currently living with his version of depression. For these guys to do the things they have done while battling forces unknown to them is truly amazing to me and both are sources of inspiration, when it comes. I suppose I should spend more time thinking along those lines, but very often those kind of lines have a way of not making it to the pavement... so straight or evenly curved.
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