Taking Lessons from Superman

Taking Lessons from Superman

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“You just have to have confidence you can fly, that’s all.”

That’s all he said. You would think there was nothing to it at all. There wouldn’t be if I were born on the same planet he was. “Just have confidence.” I would say the same thing if I outraced a speeding locomotive when I was eight. Well, this is an inner personal conflict with me. With some guys itʼs sex, with others itʼs their mothers. I canʼt help it if I am different. Iʼm not interested in green berets or motor cycles, just flying.

Flying Seagull

“There is only one thing you need besides confidence, and that is a good cape. The form, style, wind velocity, depth of perception, are all in the cape.”

The moment I had been preparing for was near. I took the blanket off my bed, stuffed it into a shopping bag, and left the house to start my adventure.

The feeling was upon me. It took all I had to control myself. I walked a few steps then this urge hit me and I leaped as high as I could. Walked a few steps and oops, walk and oops. I remember when I was small, how I would jump and leap trying to touch the bottoms of street signs, what a thrill, and who would have imagined then, that there would come a day when I would actually fly! I looked up at the tall buildings and I was scared, but I knew I had to go on.

Tall Building

The streets were deserted; the time had come. The questions in my mind were no longer important. Yet, they were persistent, so much so that they annoyed me and I began to tremble but I walked on towards the river. Why should I alone be able to fly? Go home, go back to bed, wake-up later and watch a ballgame. These thoughts didnʼt matter anymore.

I stood at the waterʼs edge looking up at the highest building, a warehouse. I put down the shopping bag and tied the blanket around my neck. I was ready. The door to the warehouse was open, as I knew it would be. Slowly, wanting to save my energy, I climbed the stairs. Higher, up, up until I saw the sky above. I inched toward the edge of the roof. The wind was strong, my cape fluttered in its wake. Before me I saw the breath of the city, below me fourteen stories down, was the river and railroad tracks. I felt so alone but master of my fate.

All or nothing. Remember his words. “Relax your knees, take a deep breath, extend your arms and fly.” It was as if the wind itself pushed me off the roof and I was falling, falling the ground rushing to my face I closed my eyes. I concentrated with all my heart. “Relax your knees, donʼt be afraid, arch your back, have confidence…” I was waiting for the impact, I opened my eyes and saw a shadow hovering over the water, and I realized I was flying. I was flying. I couldnʼt believe it. It wasn’t a bird or a plane, it was me.

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