Vicki's act of selflessness on the morning of December 14th transformed what I thought leaders looked like and where I thought they worked. What I learned from Vicki is leaders don't always have teams or followers.
Mandela's death sparked an almost forgotten allure toward hero worship. That was once reserved for outstanding Americans, who epitomized Americans' understanding of history and heroism. In this context, our president led the way.
The good Samaritan's selfless care for his enemy, a man nourishing a thirsty sinner, a shepherd seeking his one lost sheep. To me, these stories express a person who is perfect and selfless, the truest hero.
Both Kelly and Harris also remind us, if inadvertently and in their own unique ways, that we all want the same things: heroes, real or imagined, with whom we can identify. The real issue is figuring out, and dare I say, expanding, with whom we can identify.
My real hero lived in my hometown, in India; my hero was closer to me, closer to my life and more real than reel.
Jerry is one of those rare writers who goes between Hollywood screenplays and novels. He writes dark subversive stories and he somehow continues to get away with it.
As I listened to my grandmother's tales of the past, brave heroes and stubborn children, compassion and tolerance, I paid them little mind. Little did I know they would become so much more.
There is so much more to Mandela's life story, and this revealing bio-film fleshes out those details while definitively establishing the psyche of a man who is best described as an earthly saint.
By definition, to slay is to destroy or extinguish, but in the case of 15-year-old Jordan Vincent, the moniker she has been given, "the cancer slayer," is much more heroic than the distinction conveys.
In truth Josh has become my hero. I'm not sure I'd have demonstrated the same character and courage if I'd been placed in a situation like his. I have many hopes and dreams for Josh.
"When the smack begins to flow, then I really don't care anymore" a man recites in front of a packed chapel in north London choking back the tears. This is not your ordinary Sunday afternoon church service. Instead it is a memorial for Lou Reed, held a week after the musician's death.
Dachau's liberation story is not hypothetical to me. What this soldier saw when he opened the gates of Dachau was a sea of corpses, emaciated, tossed one atop the other in obscene piles. A few skeletons emerged alive, however, and one of them was my own father.
Have you ever spoken to your kids about the realities of war? What about the debt each of us owes to our veterans and their families? This is a great opportunity to begin having these family conversations.
The novel's World War I heroics -- in front-line regimental aid posts, forward dressing stations, casualty-clearing-stations, resuscitation wards, thoracic wards and gas wards -- might just trigger the consciences of those whose policies and strategies have been responsible for turning so many soldiers and marines into patients.
I had the privilege of hearing Louis Zamperini speak at a local church. At age 93, he was not only entertaining but inspiring. In the overflowing church, Louis asked for all war veterans to stand.
Last week, 20 Penn undergraduates traveled to Silicon Valley to tour large tech companies and meet founders. This is my impression of a meeting with J...