futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- to all the heros Everyone is a hero. Everyone is the madly unique protagonist of their own best-seller. And they broke the mould after they mad you, didn�t they? There won�t be another like you. Not a true �original� . . . in any case. I see them on the streets, heroes each on some secret mission. Like this woman on the elevator today. A tiny woman with a wiry, muscular, over-tanned body. A woman who might have managed to be on the stair stepper for a few hours too long. Only the compulsive over exercisers of the world and those forced less manicly in real labour have that look. And she was a hero, I could see it. The very best in the word . . .at . . . at . . oh at something! That�s not the point, really. You see, she had the wind at her back. The wind at your back. I remember when I learned that phrase. Freshmen year of high school we were looking through a book of old paintings and there was one of Napoleon looking like a something out a gay pride day parade on his horse with his big feathered hat. And he has one arm raised , almost if he�s waving at you. There's a smug little smile on his lips and of course his cape is blowing up behind him, almost swallowing him. So, I asked �why did Napoleon want his cape that way?� and the teacher says �It�s the wind at his back ... it means he�ll win.� He didn�t, of course. But he was a hero too. Cheers to all the heroes out there. I�ll be your wind if you like. Godspeed, an� all that. 7:42 p.m. - 2001-07-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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