As usual, my favorite events to attend are those where we get to interact with the patients, doctors, nurses and families. I spent most of Friday, September 25th at the Northern Virginia Center for Cancer and Blood Disorders clinic with volunteers from Kyle's Kamp and other organizations celebrating the gaggle of superheroes that run around that place. I can give you some top secret information: If you are looking for the headquarters for all legit superheroes, that is where you will find it.
Bravery is not in the body of a muscled, caped crusader but in the heart and soul of a children whose bodies have betrayed them. These children have no choice but to be courageous, no choice but to come face to face with evil. Their parents have no choice but to put on a smile and pretend to be powerful as they walk headfirst into a journey filled with the greatest fear a parent can face. One little Ninja Turtle was on his way to get a spinal tap. One little Avenger was hopeful to go to school after his treatment, but likely wouldn't have the energy to make it the entire day. One little princess would stay later than she would've chosen, attached to her IV even after the snacks and crafts were cleaned up.
Mr. Straczynski is correct that superheroes help us to believe we might find super power in ourselves. I find Superman in all of the children and parents I meet in this fight. They show me the most powerful strength, the most powerful will, and the most powerful compassion and make me believe that these things might just be within me, too. They are ordinary people who find extraordinary strength when they have no other choice. They do not wear capes. They do not fly. They do not lift cars into the air or scale the sides of buildings.
They smile when smiling seems ludicrous. They dance when their feet are sore and tired. They fight when the battle seems lost.
When it comes down to it, they simply stand when standing is hardest.