HAVE YOU SEEN MY “HERO” ?

Would you know me if we passed on the street, or our eyes met across the pews during a Sunday service?

Could you recognize who I am by the accent with which I speak, or the color of my skin? As unfamiliar as we are, I search my memory, in recognition of your body art, or slightly alarming hair style.

You are not the donor of my kidney, nor am I the recipient of a unit of your blood, but you and I are deeply connected. We have gazed upon the same stars, and prayed to the same God, asking for the same miracles. Age is irrelevant, and location perhaps a coincidence, but we are one.

Separated by chance, yet I so dependent upon you. I watched you mature. No matter where I went, there you were, a vital part of my existence, and then you left. No letters or fanfare, no notice. You left.

You shall return, perhaps not the same person you once were, but you will return with honor. It is you, my unknown friend, who has fought for my freedom, and for that of others who have never experienced “Liberty And Justice For All.”

Perhaps you are the child I never knew, the “Hero” to whom I gave birth. My childhood friend with whom I lost contact, or my sibling, separated at birth. You have given to me, all that you are, for the sake of my future and that of others, and I long to meet the “The Patriot,” whom I have never known.