Monday, September 27, 2010

What Would Superman Do? (Part 4)




In Propinquus

Time has stopped for me, although I continue to age.

Acts of heroism have now become a way of life, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't do something for someone. I'm traveling now. I have a new vehicle. I have a new license plate. I keep the old one in the new truck, just because it was special to me. It started all of this.

I have not killed again. The desire to kill has left me, although the guilt I feel for the only time has not.

I have stopped losing weight, I'm still big, but I'm more fit than I ever have been before. My powers seem to have stopped developing, and I'm a bit disappointed to announce that I have nothing new. The strength and speed are enough though, because they aid me greatly in what I do. I have to say though, if my abilities disappear, I will continue to try to be a hero in every day life. People need a hero. People need me. You might need me one day.

I will try my best to be there.

My wife and I were driving in Tulsa a few nights ago, and we came upon a car that had stalled out in a very dangerous place. The driver was waiting for help, because the car was on a steep incline and couldn't be pushed. I convinced the driver to try while I had my wife steer. It took serious effort on my part to not make it look too easy, and to make the driver feel as if he helped. I don't think he was entirely convinced. He offered to pay us for our efforts, and of course I declined. I've come to find out that the greatest fulfillment comes with doing things for others.

The number of people who know my secret is growing. I was approached by two gentlemen with a gun a couple of weeks ago. They wanted my wallet. I refused. The relief I felt at still being bulletproof must have been very evident on my face, because their reaction was pretty strong. In the blink of an eye I had the gun. In even less time I had them running. I chased them for a mile, always staying just close enough to keep them scared out of their minds. I made noises I thought would scare them even more. It was far more enjoyable than having to kill them.

I've been to California. I've been to Mexico. I've been to Canada. That was yesterday. I've stopped bank robberies in Quebec and terrorist plots in DC. The speed is wonderful. The freedom it offers is unreal. The ability to help people instantly in places that it would take me days to drive to is empowering. I have saved lives in 24 states, and look to complete the puzzle by the end of the year. There is always crime to be stopped, there are always bad guys to be beaten. Injustice doesn't take a holiday, unfairness doesn't call in sick, bad guys don't sleep, and neither will I. There will be days when I can't help everyone, and there will be choices I make that will cost innocent people their lives. I believe I can live with that. I have so far.

I've decided to never tell my wife. She seems to know more than she lets on anyway, and we're both comfortable with the balance. I won't endanger her by putting her in a position of truth. "Plausible deniability" if you will. Instead I will daily watch over her, and when we have children, I will watch over them too. They will be the most protected family in the world.

However, I won't forget about you. You will be protected as well. If you are fortunate, I will be there in your time of need.

I will try my best to be there.

I don't fly. I can't shoot lasers from my eyes, my breath doesn't freeze lakes, I don't have a utility belt or a sidekick, and you'll never find me in a special form fitting uniform of any kind. I'm Travis, and there is an excellent chance that we'll become good friends without you ever knowing the truth. This will be my last time to write about my incredible journey. I don't have time for writing anymore. The world needs me.

I know Superman doesn't exist.

But I do.