What comes to mind

when you hear the word

Superhero?

Superman

Batman

Knee-high boots

Underwear on top of tights

Capes

Flying

Super strength

Fiction.

Nothing that could possibly be real.

Superheroes are fake.

Superheroes are for children.

But they are real.

They aren’t what you see in

comic books.

They’re everyday people.

The people you run into

on the streets.

They’re the moms

the dads

the aunts

uncles and

grandparents

that struggle

to put dinner on the table

each night.

They’re the doctors

and the nurses

that save the lives

of the sick

and the wounded.

They’re the CPS workers

saving children

from abusive

drug-ridden

negletive

homes.

They’re the men and women

suffering from depression

anxiety

schizophrenia

bipolar

and barely getting though

each day.

They’re the children

that grow up on their own

taking care of themselves

and their parents.

They’re the people

that have the most beautiful

smiles

the loudest

laughs

the largest

hearts

but go home

and when they lay in bed each night

they cry

about all of the

pain

and guilt

that plagues

their every thought.

They’re the people

recovering from their

addictions

to crack

meth

food

cutting

alcohol.

These are the people

we should looks up to

and emulate.

These are the people

that deserve the applause.

These are the

Real Superheroes.