What’s Your Super Power?


supermanLately I’ve been watching a lot of movies. Super hero movies to be exact.

Of course this gets my mind to thinking about super powers, and how cool it would be to have them. Like Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, I would like to strap on my cape and leap out the window to streak across the sky. This thought was swiftly followed by the realization that Calvin didn’t need to fly. He already had his super power – his imagination.

Stupendous Man

You see where I am going with this now. Predictable, yes. But still, we forget all too often about our own super powers, and I needed to remind myself of mine, so thought what the heck, let’s make this a group event.

Because everyone has a super power. Everyone. I know you have one. Maybe you don’t realize it yet. Maybe, like me, you take it for granted. Or don’t realize it’s value because it comes easy to you. Shouldn’t being special and unique and awesome take hard work and extra effort?

A couple of summers ago, I was out walking with my sister. We were talking about strengths and weaknesses (or something like that – who knows, memory is NOT my super power) and I mentioned that the only thing I was really good at was being a goofball. “Bringing joy to other people is a pretty neat thing to be able to do,” she pointed out.

What’s Your Super Power?

Understand how important you are, and how much worth you have, simply by being you. I don’t care if your super power is blowing bubbles. God doesn’t make “squibs”. (Harry Potter reference for you non-geeks – it’s a person with wizard parents who is born without magic). See what I’m sayin’ here? Stop pulling yourself down with the perceived idea that you have nothing to offer.

So what if you can’t fly, you can’t fight, you can’t crow? You’re a damn good lawyer, Peter Pan, and you can out-Pan Rufio. (Rufio-Rufio- RU-FI-OOOO!)

 

 

Is your mind faster than a speeding bullet? Is your tenacity stronger than a locomotive? Can your imagination leap tall buildings in a single bound?

What’s Your Super Power?

She turned off her computer, the story about a man who started a clean water campaign for an underprivileged community still circling her thoughts. How does one even think to start something like that, much less actually put it into motion, she wondered. She felt inspired and powerless at the same time. She wished she could do something like that, but it just seemed so overwhelming.

She looked in the mirror. She smiled. She was good at smiling. It didn’t seem like such a great tool for changing the world, though. It was just her, smiling in the mirror at herself, looking sort of like a weirdo.

She went outside, and smiled at the neighbor. Only he didn’t see her. He was working on his truck. Before she could feel disappointment, she noticed his son, shyly smiling back at her from behind his fingers. She covered her eyes, peeping out at him from between them, and grinned back at him. His dad looked up and noticed her, and then looked down and smiled at his son. There were three of them smiling now. She continued walking, the sound of little boy giggles tickling her ears.

What’s Your Super Power?

I’m not giving up. I’m not giving up. I’m not giving up. She said this with gritted teeth, her breath coming in fast, ragged edges that made her eyes water. Her power had been shut off, her son was crying in the heat, her stupid car wouldn’t start, and oh God – she missed Eric so much.

I’m not giving up. Do you hear me, God? I’m not. I’m not giving up. You just have to deal with me. I’m going to stay here, pounding on your fricken door until you do something. I’m. Not. Giving. Up.

What’s Your Super Power?

Jim’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a long day of ditch digging and he was butt-ass tired. He had just sat down to eat, his hands engulfing a juicy burger fresh off the grill. He set down the burger, licking the catchup and grease off his fingers while he fished out his phone.

“Hey, Ma,”, he said. Jim’s wife brought her plate to the table and sat down next to him, waiting for him to finish his conversation. Except she could tell he was getting agitated. His leg was nervously bouncing up and down and he was staring past her out the window, his brain working on over drive while he listened. By the time he hung up, she was already putting away the food.

“That was my mom. I gotta go help Gladys – her water heater blew and there’s water flying everywhere. No way she can afford a plumber,” he said, pulling his boots back on his aching feet, while sending mournful glances at his dinner. “Wanna ride along?”

“Sure. I’ll visit with your mom while you’re next door. Take your burger with you – I’ll drive,” she answered, kissing him on the cheek.

What’s Your Super Power?

Nate parked his car. He felt great. The hot girl from marketing had smiled at him twice this week, there was an awesome party at Ben’s later, and he had enough money left over from buying presents to go grab that cool pair of suede Nikes he saw at Pac Sun.

Christmas music floated past him while he traversed the mall, passing vendors with calendars, board games and candied almonds, ignoring their frantic tries to get his attention. He was on a mission.

As he passed the toy store, he saw the coolest damn remote control monster truck he had ever seen. When he was a kid, he had spent hours on his hands and knees playing with Matchbox cars and Tonka trucks, but he had especially loved his monster truck toys. His parents had even taken him to St. Louis to see the real Bigfoot. He still had the replica they bought him from the gift shop sitting on the shelf in his room.

Nate looked at the price tag. Whoa, seriously expensive. He was about to walk away when he saw the bin for Toys For Tots. He thought of his neighbor, a struggling single mom, and wondered if she had enough money to get a present for Mikey. That kid would wet his pants if he opened this up Christmas morning. He looked at the price tag again. Ah shit. He grabbed the box and walked up to the cashier.

Later, at Ben’s, one of his buddies asked him about his new shoes. “Dude, that’s all you could talk about all day at work – where are they?” Nate smiled, and said “Ah, you know. Just decided not to get them.”

What’s Your Super Power?

I know you have one.

It takes a village of super powers to create a world of change. The smallest gestures – a smile, helping a neighbor, a generous heart, a strong will – can have repercussions that enable someone else to fight past hardship, to have a better life, or even just to have a better day.

Recognize the value of you being you. You have the power to make the world a better place. Even if it’s only one smile at a time.

3 thoughts on “What’s Your Super Power?

  1. sueslaght

    What a positive, thought provoking post Sue. It can be so easy to tell ourselves what we are not good at. A great reminder to stay focused on the gifts we give each day.

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