I don’t know where heroes go.
But I do know where they come from.
They come from the Southwest with tolerance from working in hot desert suns.
They come from the Northwest with strong arms from working in the forests.
They come from the Great Plains where they inhale freedom with every breath.
They come from Mid-western farms with strong backs and clear minds.
They come from Texas with attitude.
They come from the sweltering South with stubborn determination.
They come from the mid-Atlantic seaboard with senses sharpened by the sea.
They come from New England with patriotism and ingenuity.
And sometimes they even come from small islands, not even recorded on most maps. They come with common sense, straightforward morality and an understanding of community love and loyalty, so much so, that, like our Joe, they’d forfeit their lives for the greater good.
No, I don’t know where heroes go.
But I do know where they come from.
