The Day I Became A Hero

The quarterly meeting of the Ottawa Journal’s newspaper delivery core was underway.

These meetings were a time to get to know other delivery kids, get updates from the newspaper and be awarded prizes for meeting targets.

Excitement coursed through me as my name was called as the best newspaper delivery boy in my city quadrant.

It was thrilling to walk up to the stage to receive a brand new snorkel mask with two air pipes. I have cherished this memory because of the good feelings it brought up and how special it made me feel.

I felt the pride, and the esteem of being one of the best in the Ottawa newspaper world. I also felt a part of something bigger than me that inspired me.

When feel we are part of a community it enhances the experience of our lives.

Delivering papers in winter, when the walking was tough, or in summer when it was hot, did not diminish my determination and enthusiasm.

I enjoyed talking to my neighbours as I went door to door them to sign up for a subscription.

Then I grew up, went to university, got married and started my career.

The excitement, the esteem and the energy faded away to be replaced by the race for money, buying a house and moving up the corporate ladder.

What I realize now is when I was twelve I made a decision. I would say a heartfelt decision, not only to deliver newspapers but to be the best me I could be while doing it.

I remember now, at my mature age,  that within me always is the twelve year old with the heartfelt power of decision. Then I show up with courage, energy and excitement.

Namaste