We get older.  All of us.  By the minute.

In my mind, I think I am 23 years old.  My body tells me differently some days.

Okay. Most days.

I’ve always had keen senses.  I think it was a result of pretending  that I was a SuperHero for the better part of my youth.  The power of suggestion.

The upshot of that… was that I developed things like great eyesight, an acute sense of smell, and sharp hearing.  I also had lightning fast reflexes.

These days… well….  I guess I’ve gone from Pseudo-Superhero to Mediocre-GoodCitizen.

I wear glasses.  Can’t see much up close with out them.  Or mid-range.
And unfortunately, I think my hearing might be slipping.

For instance, I grocery-shop at Marsh.  They are pretty awesome there.  Rarely do you have to wait in long lines.  They always have baggers, and always ask if you need help out to your car.

Today, was no different.  A manager came over and opened up extra lanes.  Another upper-level person came over and started bagging.  “Do you need some help out?” they asked.  Well.  I THOUGHT they said “Can you help us out?” (I saw they had very few people on duty.)  To which I responded … “Sure, I can stay and help out.  Can you just put my cart a cooler until I am done?”

They found great humor in this.

And there goes the hearing.

I still have a very discerning sense of smell.  Sometimes this is an incredibly good thing and at other times… it is an absolute curse.

But no matter, sharp or dull… these “Senses” of mine.  I am SO thankful for them.  I could not imagine a world without them, nor would I like to try.

So here is to the dimming physicality of the SuperHero.  Perhaps, if we hone our other SuperPowers… we can keep our capes.

Like our ability to be aware.  To be compassionate.  To be kind.

Now THOSE… truly are… Super Powers.

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
— Joseph Campbell

A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.
— Jackie Robinson