Speaking of unsung heroes

This seems to be the week for celebrating heroes, both those we know and those we don't.

It seems funny that in the earlier part of this afternoon, I was spending a few moments with Ozzy and the kids he's going to be working with over the next couple of weeks: kids who haven't had it too easy in life, kids who have built up lots of crust and walls ... and then this afternoon, I have a wonderful opportunity to spend some time with another teenager, one who seems to have so much going for him.

At first glance, privilege might seem to separate the first group of youth from this latter individual, but there are lots of things that transcend the world of privilege, and for which they should all be commended.  Put aside the fear that seems to separate Ozzy's kids from immediately getting to know strangers who walk through the door, and I'm sure you'll find hearts who are thirsting for approval, spirits who are still willing to entertain the possibility of dreaming, hands that are eager to be of service, souls that still hope for a better tomorrow.

Dreams held in the heart of my later guest are not so different.  The only thing is that he's been fortunate enough to have a family who loves him, other adults in his life who care about who he is, and about who he'll become.

When I discovered a project that I thought he might be able to help with, I didn't hesitate to ask, and he didn't hesitate to accept the occasion to lend a hand.  When all is said and done, the actual mechanics of putting together the object at hand (whether that's building a bike, or putting together a BBQ) is secondary to the infinitely more valuable opportunity to spend time together, to get to know one another better, and to learning the simple yet profound lessons of courtesy toward others, self-esteem and mutual respect.