You’ve seen me before, I’ve worked for you for years. I was the crossing guard at your children’s school. I was your janitor; I emptied your trash and mopped your floors. I delivered your goods by truck or took away your garbage on Sunday. I delivered your mail in the rain. And you never even knew my name, but that’s ok.
See, I’m not special like you, I’m just plain old Joe Nobody
I don’t drive a Mercedes; I drive a beat up old Dodge. You wear Armani suits and my clothes are sort of hodge-podge. But my hands know the feeling of an honest day’s work. And no one in my life ever said “That guy’s a ****!” My pockets aren’t full, but what’s there was earned with honor. So with that I’m off to the store to buy supper for my daughter.
I’m not looking for anything special, no big fancy type of ordeal, Just a box of mack-n-cheese, some veggies, and some veal. Maybe a small piece of that cake they had on display. Then I’m off to the register, goods in hand and ready to pay. “Hello Julie, how are you doing? How was your day?” She smiled that I remembered her name, and that I cared enough to ask. See she was helping me just then, though we’re just regular folks.
Not special like you.
I pulled up in front of my small home. Sure it ain’t much, but it’s warm inside and well lived in The roof doesn’t leak, not even a bit. And the fridge is covered in magnets that hold my priceless art collection. It’s all drawn in crayon and scribbles of course. Mostly pictures of a pink unicorn dolphin horse. I still laugh at those…..
I opened the door and walked in to the sweetest voice saying “Daddy’s Home!” I dropped to a knee, bags in hand to hug an Angel. I, Mr. Joe Nobody, hugged an Angel today you see. Maybe you never knew my name; maybe to you I didn’t matter at all.
So I’d like to introduce myself to you today,
See, I am a Father And in the eyes of the most special little girl, I’m not simply special like you. I am a Super Hero!