Super Heroes

Superheroes.

What are they??

Maybe they are made of titanium alloy, heat resistant rubber, anhydrous ammonia, glitter, sunshine dust, metal and brawn.

Maybe they are stronger than all of those things combined.

Maybe they are more perfect than a GE 1.5 mw Wind Turbine... because in addition to their flawless design that enables them to withstand such incredible force despite the incredible weight they themselves are carrying...

...they can feel.

They feel the overwhelming satisfaction of winning the fights worth fighting. They feel the fire rise up in their bellies when the going gets rough. They feel the peaceful contentedness when they lay down for a power nap, knowing they're doing everything they can. They feel the restless hunger that wakes them up in the middle of the night when they know there's more they could do to ease the pain. They feel the twisted sting of heartbreak. They feel the confusion when the line between right and wrong is blurred by their hero. They feel themselves gaining confidence as they redefine that line and continue on, exemplifying their own standards of excellence.

Maybe they wear a spankin' new black or khaki suit [...depending on the day]. Maybe they wear a bona fied cape. Maybe they duct tape Christmas bulbs to each other's sweatshirts. Maybe they wear Polo. Maybe they are dogged on for dressing like a Grandma [come on, who doesn't love Grandmas? SERIOUSLY.] Maybe they wear gilley suits. Maybe they wear their shirts wrapped around their heads-- Apocalypse Now style. Maybe they wear citrus smelly cotton night gowns. Maybe they wear a banana yellow button down with starched jeans. Maybe they wear the coolest platypus-related-animal t-shirt of all time. Maybe they wear pumas. Maybe blinged out show jeans. Maybe shants. Maybe they rock management material-- corduroy of the National Blue variety. Maybe they wear rubber boots with shorts and cowboy boots with long white dresses. Maybe they wear kickin' sweet Chucks and life jackets like diapers. Maybe they wear Batman underpants and tutus.

But no matter what sort of uniform they are most comfortable in... they've braved some pretty battletastic circumstances and survived, champions.... heroes. They bear hard core battle scars from the tricks they won with the hands life dealt them. 

...Yeah, they're thick skinned super heroes.

I love them all.

You know who you are.