Heros

This was sent to me as an e-mail.  Original source is unknown to me. Thanks, Carla.
th.jpeg   Hundreds and hundreds of small boats pulled by countless pickups and SUVs from across the South are headed for Houston. Almost all of them driven by men. They’re using their own property, sacrificing their own time, spending their own money, and risking their own lives for one reason: to help total strangers in desperate need.

   Most of them are by themselves. Most are dressed like the redneck duck hunters and bass fisherman they are. Many are veterans. Most are wearing well-used gimme-hats, t-shirts, and jeans; and there’s a preponderance of camo. Most are probably gun owners, and most probably voted for Trump.

   These are The Quiet Ones. They don’t wear masks and tear down statues. They don’t, as a rule, march and demonstrate. And most have probably never been in a Whole Foods.

   But they’ll spend the next several days wading in cold, dirty water; dodging gators and water moccasins and fire ants; eating whatever meager rations are available; and sleeping wherever they can in dirty, damp clothes. Their reward is the tears and the hugs and the smiles from the terrified people they help. They’ll deliver one boatload, and then go back for more.

   When disaster strikes, it’s what men do. Real men. Heroic men. American men. And then they’ll knock back a few shots, or a few beers with like-minded men they’ve never met before, and talk about fish, or ten-point bucks, or the benefits of hollow-point ammo, or their F-150 pick-up truck.

   And the next time they hear someone talk about “the patriarchy”, or “male privilege”, they’ll snort, turn off the TV and go to bed.  In the meantime, they’ll likely be up again before dawn. To do it again. Until the helpless are rescued. And the work’s done.

   They’re unlikely to be reimbursed. There won’t be medals. They won’t care. They’re heroes. And it’s what heroes do.
And they won’t differentiate between race, color, nor political slant. All they’ll see is “my fellow American/neighbor” in dire need. These are real Americans who love their family, their fellow citizen, and their country. Praying for the rescuers as well as the victims.
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About Ray V.

Living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Heros

  1. Thank goodness for the common man/woman who cares about his/her fellow.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Great post. I sometimes think the word hero is used incorrectly, but this is what real heroes are.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. E. says:

    Awesome. Thanks for sharing. E.

    Liked by 1 person

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