The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.
Some heroes are seen by the masses. Yesterday, the goalkeeper of our U.S. Men’s National Soccer team played amazingly well, setting a standard for the World Cup that hasn’t been reached in nearly fifty years. Today he is a hero, the subject of nearly 2 million tweets.
Some heroes aren’t seen by very many. They play goalkeeper in the backyard, letting the shots of their three-year olds roll slowly through their legs. They sip imaginary tea around tiny tables, somehow pressing their calloused pinkies inside the tiny cup handles. They play short-order cook for Saturday morning’s breakfast and wear the coach’s whistle all afternoon. Nobody tweets about them, because their fans haven’t been given their first cell phones yet. But they’re heroes of the best kind.
Most of us have engaged a daydream of stardom once or twice in life. It’s fun to imagine the cheers of huge crowds as a commentator describes our every move. But there’s really no better moment than when a child gazes at you with admiration, when you’re the destination in life’s scary moments, when yours are the arms that somehow make bad dreams go away.
I’m a big soccer fan and I fully applaud the talent our goalkeeper displayed yesterday. But I know that headlines don’t last and his heroic effort will fade from memory a few weeks after the highlight reels stop. But the work of backyard heroes enjoys a greater life span. They’re remembered forever…