“Heroes are ordinary people doing extraordinary things.” ~ Gerard Way
One fall afternoon, I met a woman who became my hero. She didn’t wear a cape or tights or a special uniform. She wore a nice outfit from her closet. She was friendly at first but, as I got to know her, she saw thru baloney and she saved me from a life of certain doom.
She knew me, rather what I’d become, because she’d seen many people like me. She was my counselor. She was no ordinary counselor tho. She was a chemical dependency counselor on the chemical dependency rehabilitation unit at our local hospital and she was one tough cookie. She gave tough love to those she counseled and loved to give us mountains of “homework” so we weren’t bored during our stay. This homework was kind of like a mirror held up to our faces. It made us think about the things we’d done to ourselves, family and friends. Despite the hard work she gave me the first time, I asked her to be my counselor when I landed in rehab a 2nd time.
One snowy day in January 2013, I heard some bad news and wrote following on social media…
“Just found out last nite a dear friend past away this past weekend. She was the woman who gave me the tools to turn my life around & helped me so much in my darkest hours. I owe the beginning of my new life to her & wait to rejoin her spirit when it’s my time. Martha, you were truly an inspiration to many lives & will be missed.”
Thought for the day: Each of us has had someone who saves us from bad mistakes or changes our lives around. Some people call them angels in human form and others call them heroes.
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