This morning I hit the treadmill because I was too wimpy for the Utah cold. I plugged myself into my iPod and tuned into my "Exercise" playlist. The first song included the sage words of the modern day philosopher and songwriter Michael Jackson (said with a smile, almost a laugh)...words that made me think of my son Mason, and nephew Kenton.
I have had the privilege of meeting, even spending time with purported heroes like Michael Jordan, Wayne Gretzky, Steve Young and others. In some ways they are truly heroes. I've even had the privilege of hosting men who have walked on the moon or dived to the bottom of the deepest oceans. Real American heroes. But today I give thanks for two obscure young men, alone on skateboards along a busy highway, who are working to raise money for children in a far off country who are much less fortunate than they, true heroes half a world away!
I know these young men and love them,and the "real" motivation for what they do comes from the lyrics of the last song of my 4 mile treadmill ordeal, sung by the BYU Men's Choir...
We have our heroes! Mason...Kenton, you are my heroes!