My Cape, Please

I watched an episode of ER recently in which a man was wearing a superhero costume under his clothes. It was a comfort to him since the death of his wife a few weeeks earlier. I can sympathise with him. (Worry not, my wife is alive and kicking. Every time I snore.)

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had a Superman costume my parents had gotten me for Halloween. I loved that costume. At the time, I was afraid of the dark. There were two things that alleviated that anxiety. One was a flashlight (and I still love flashlights). The other was my Superman costume.

Now, I knew that wearing the costume didn't make me Superman. I didn't try flying off the roof or anything. But somehow, wearing it made me feel stronger, more confident. Enough that the dark didn't scare me. I remember the feeling it gave me. And sometimes, when life is laughing at me, I wish I still had my Superman suit.


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