My dad.
The guy is basically a bazzillionaire.... but you'd never know it.
He would take one look at this forum, and with a swipe of his hand, rip it from its hinges... pull it clear out of the monitor, crumple it, and toss it right across the room with no forwarding address.
He'd then take in the scattered, lost denizens... and give them a loving home.
I've seen they guy under extreme.... extreme pressure... and have been completely blown away by his wisdom, humanity, virtue.... and its effect.
He was one of those guys that, while growing up in an era of divorces and abuse et al, he'd take in my screwed up friends and give them a place to sleep. One night in particular, I woke up, crept down to the staircase landing, and listened as he and my screwed up friend du jour talked. One of the most amazing conversations I've ever heard.
When my mom died... I was there, but I was useless. But what I saw..... if you're gonna go out, you could do far worse than having that guy beside ya while it happens. It was at that very moment when I first realized what being a "man" is.
I don't trust heroes so much. Mostly, they're hype. Afterall, they're normal people like the rest of us. How they deal on the screen or the rink doesn't tell us much about anything. And mostly, they wind up disspointing us.
