Heroes

Suddenly what I was going to say doesn't seem very important. I just heard that US forces killed Osama Bin Laden.

President Obama said this mission had been in the works since August. "Finally, last week, I determined that we had enough intelligence to take action, and authorized an operation to get Osama bin Laden and bring him to justice. Today, at my direction . . . a small team of Americans carried out the operation with extraordinary courage and capability. No Americans were harmed. They took care to avoid civilian casualties. After a firefight, they killed Osama bin Laden and took custody of his body."

President Obama probably had a lot on his mind last week while Donald Trump was taunting him about his birth certificate. It reminds me of the 8th grade bully teasing the smart kid or the rich kid taking the poor kid's lunch money. How easy to noisily dismiss someone who might be silently facing something huge.

The Donald has a flaw most of us have at times. He thinks he should be the star of everyone's reality show. To get the attention of the audience, he blows spit wads at the hero who's heading off to slay a real dragon. Have you ever done that? Felt that another so-called life couldn't possibly be as weighty as your own? That yours trumps theirs? Or have you wondered why you have to fend off spit wads as you face a fiery foe that you haven't told anyone about?

In case you have a dragon to slay, do it with courage, patience and intelligence. Ignore those who doubt your ability. Be a hero.

(And when your show is in reruns, don't blow spit wads at the other guy.)