Yesterday morning, I posted my Anti-Hero tirade, a near oath to never being the everyday hero that I used to be. Last night, something happened, something that made me realize that I'm stuck this way, I will be the Hero until the day I die. I'm not really sure what to make of that. On one hand, I like the feeling I get from helping people, and saving them, but at the same time...I know that I will never be able to resist the urge to mend every broken heart I come across. I mean, I put myself in a very dangerous situation last night, chasing down some madwoman, who had just tried to run over my neighbor, so what is there to stop me from a situation with no real physical danger?
I guess I'll just keep on this way, I'll fight and fight until one of two things happens: 1. I find someone who appreciates the Hero in me, and is willing to fight right along side me. 2. I die.
So I suppose I'll put on this rusty old armor once again, although it was only hanging for a few days...It just doesn't feel right without it on.
"Boy, the first amendment protects you from the Government, not from me. You can say whatever you want to out there, but if you come within reach of me, I'll exercise my right to give you a good old country ass-whoopin' is what I'll do." -Trace Adkins
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