Oh wait. Wrong franchise.
Let's try this one.
When patriots become heroes.... Yes that's right.
Less than a year ago, sitting at a kitchen table not far from here.... We were in counseling. Or so I thought. I'm pretty sure the counselor and I thought we ALL were in counseling. But obviously (in hindsight) only she and I were. HE was not. HE was the one who begged me (after 10 years of me begging him) to see someone. And he wasn't even really into it. Never mind the fact that the other woman in his life never went away. How can you beg me to go to counseling, and then not be invested in it yourself? Somebody please, step in anytime and explain this to me. Anyway, that's not the point of this post. I just wanted to get that feather light feeling off my chest. Not that it really matters, because I'll feel this anvil sitting on my chest for a long time, but hey. WHATEVER.
In one of "our" sessions, Jana (the counselor, and angel sent by God) asked me who my favorite superhero was. Apparently it's no secret that I'm a huge Marvel fan. My good buddy once said to me, "Andy, the only two things you never shut up about are how much you love your dad, and how much you love Marvel." 😁😁😁😁😁😁 So anyway. Back to my superhero. I said my favorite superhero in the Marvel universe would have to be Steve Rogers/Captain America. No I didn't choose him because Chris Evans plays him in the MCU, or any of that. To be honest, I'm more of a Tom Hiddleston/Sebastian Stan girl myself (yay villians!). However, I chose Cap for 2 very specific reasons. He's a patriot and a Christian.
Before we all have to ask. Yes. I am a Christian. Not necessarily a devout one, and most definitely not a bible thumper. But I know God and he knows me. And you're absolutely right, we could know each other a lot better. I appreciate hearing that people have a relationship with Christ, and I do believe in the power of prayer, but I also respect people who don't.
But this post isn't about that. You wanna talk religion? See you at Star War anonymous. We can discuss the holy trinity of George Lucas then.
Back to the Captain. Yes he was a Christian. And he was a soldier. He rose above and became more than any ever thought he could be to achieve greatness. My soldier was never destined to be a soldier. He was always the guy who had his friends' backs who wanted to enlist. But he was never "that guy". But then you wake up one morning, and he decides to join the Army. Over the last (almost) 11 years, I have seen so much military greatness come from him. They wanted him for intelligence and computer work, and he chose to be a medic. He has dutifully served with and cared for his fellow brothers in arms, without question. His military accomplishments have made me and everyone else who knows him very proud.
I sat at Jana's table and told her all the reasons why I was proud of my soldier. Why he was my Captain America. And I think he heard what I was saying. Who knows?
Now I realize he was everyone else's Captain America.
He is my Winter Soldier. And he will destroy me.
Hazard the world....
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