On Superheroes - Not Just for Kids Anymore

used to think that the fascination with superheroes was reserved for those under the age of 12—where children dress up as Spiderman for Halloween, they play Superman in their backyards, or wield their light sabers around the house in hot pursuit of their villain father as he comes home from work (or is my household the only one where that happens)?

But a look at some of the summer blockbusters over recent years seems to suggest that as an adult society, we are quite taken by the Superhero theme—those characters who, on the outside, appear just like you and I, but on the inside know down deep that they possess some otherworldly power; a power that carries with it the darker temptation to use it for one’s own devices, but yet is intended for the good of a society in desperate need of rescuing.

Why, I wonder, the recent resurgence of the superhero stories?

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On How Fatigue Changes My Outlook on Everything

Growing up, as my father would tuck me in at night, he would often avail himself to hearing the frustrations of my day.  I’m sure it was an act of loving patience for him as he would listen to the angst of a ten year old boy Billy said I was a bad basketball player, which would then morph into the insecurities of a young teenager I don’t know how to ask Jamie to the dance, to the late teenage I don’t know how to confront so-and-so on this issue.  After listening intently and compassionately, he would then often quote the legendary Vince Lombardi:

“Fatigue makes cowards of us all.”

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On Story

A few years ago I was invited to speak at a fundraiser dinner for the Cal State University, San Bernardino School of Business.  Hosted by the Ontario Convention Center, it was an event highlighting social entrepreneurs in the area, with the thematic title, “Start Something That Matters”.

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On Changing Course

I am just a regular guy with a propensity to write. I don’t honestly know if I write for you or for my own catharsis, but I write nonetheless. OK, a more accurate statement would be that I used to write. That was before my heart fell asleep, but it’s beginning to wake up just a bit, so I figured I’d get back on the saddle, at least for a little while, and see what happens.

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