That is a good question for many of us, and for me it is a number of people.
As a child my heroes were Gene Autry, Roy Rogers and the Lone Ranger.
As I grew a little older those heroes became Johnny Unitas, Bart Starr, Micky Mantle and Jackie Robinson.
My heroes started changing as I reached my teenage years. Then my heroes became the people I knew personally.
The first of those heroes was my Uncle Herman Sawyer. You see, he was badly hurt in a vehicle accident and became a paraplegic for the remainder of his life.
It was his attitude that made him my hero; he very seldomly complained and did not feel any ill will toward the drunk who caused the accident that paralyzed him.
To me that made him a hero.
He would live a few weeks short of 20 years after that accident, primarily because of his wife, Aunt Vera.
She would be another hero of mine. She took care of her husband through thick and thin and was by his side always.
I began to realize that although heroes can be sports figures, real heroes sometimes are those that fight the good fight for no other reason than love.
After I figured that out my heroes began to change.
In my early adult life I saw folks like Truman and Grace McKinney who gave often of themselves to help those less fortunate.
They certainly helped me along the way and a host of other young people through their support of the Campus Crusade For Christ program that was active back then.
I learned over the years that heroes were not those folks who were constantly in your face, but those that were steadfast in their friendships and especially in the way they treated other folks.
My heroes include men like Jim Campbell who fought for this country during war. There are many like Jim that became my heroes: James Darby, Floyd Suber, Fred Smith, Henry Crooms, Eunice "Sunny" Lester, Charles Kinard, Frankie Beach, Robert Beach, Fred Ayer and a host of other folks who rose to the cause when they were needed.
Among my many heroes, several will always stick out for me: Wh Mugridge, who lived to be a 106 years old and was a friend for nearly 40 years. He was the consummate Christian whose beliefs drove his life 100 percent;
Jack Wingate, who most of all, knew how to be a friend;
Roger Hosey, who’s friendship was tragically cut short when he died way too soon;
J.T. Akins, whose friendship lasted for many years. No one I know loved something as much as J.T. loved jazz music;
Loyd Roberts, who passed away last year. He was a good friend and we shared a lot of good memories.
This list could go on for a long time, but there is a point to this hero business.
Heroes are people and they have faults like everyone else. I learned none of the people I have mentioned were perfect, but they did something that placed them as my hero.
They all did the best they could.
So when you let yourself get caught up in all the political rhetoric, think about who you consider a “real hero.”