Heroes Walk Amongst Us

I believe superheroes walk among us.

I don't mean those brave men and women who serve as firefighters or paramedics or cable repairmen who actually show up when scheduled, I mean true superhumans, individuals with power beyond the grasp of mere mortals like you and me.

Although they look like us, they have a hidden quality; godlike strength and endurance that gives them the ability to hoist up with one mighty arm ponderous loads that would stagger a lesser mortal.  To them, these massive weights are beneath their notice, like Superman casually lifting a Buick.

These rare few, these modern Hercules' must hide their incredible gifts.  They walk amongst us, cloaked in the guise of the lowest menials in out society.  They wait, biding their time until destiny calls them, and their strength is required to save our world, thrusting themselves into danger to protect those weaker humans who would crucify them for the very exceptionalities that we will surely one day rely upon to defend us.

And that very scorn, arrogantly heaped upon them by the very humanity they are destined to save must surely rankle.  The temptation to use their immeasurable strength for personal gain, or to earn the fame unjustly denied to them, or indeed, to punish the weak, to rule us all with fists of diamond, must be great indeed.

But they contain those feelings of resentment.  And while some may accuse them of occasionally using this great strength to strike back in small petty ways, I give no credence to such rude calumny from jealous humans, born of baser clay.

I believe that these avatars of might, these closet Sampsons instead are cursed by their own greatness.  They do not understand their own strength, and sometimes they inconvenience we frail mundanes simply out of their inability to understand our weakness.  They cannot conceive of out limitations, simply because they have none.

And so I forgive them.  And I thank the powers of the universe that sent them to us, that one day their titanic strength may be the salvation of all mankind.  These real life heroes wait until that day, when they can finally don the capes and masks of greatness that are their birthright.  But until then, they must go about clad instead in their aprons of ignominy and anonymity.

So rest assured that true superhumans of unparalleled strength and power are here, and they walk amongst us.  I know it to be true.

Because that is the only possible God-damned reason why the bagboys at my grocery store load my bags so fucking heavy, they must surely believe me to be superhuman as well.