Today my day started at 4:30 am in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I repeated my all too familiar routine these days: took a fast shower, packed my bag and headed to the airport. Today I was headed to my favorite place: home. I had only been home four out of the last sixteen days, and three of those at-home-days were spent being in bed sick.
I have to be honest. I’ve been troubled over the past few weeks at all the attention that is being given to men who the media prop up as heroes. You know the types: Tiger Woods, Lance Armstrong among others. My son’s 7th birthday was yesterday and it saddens me that he won’t have any real heroes to look up to.