My friend Sherri inspired me to work and see if inspiration happens. BTW, Sherri is one of those deep wonderful people that you only wish you knew because you've read all of their books. Just because Sherri has not published any books has not blinded me to the fact that I'm lucky to know her. Publishing books is not an indicator of success. Some really bad books have been published. The depth is what is hard to come by. Anyway...
Greg was a hero. That is what he knew how to do. He showed it the most as a high school basketball superstar. Now admittedly, it was just a small school in a small town and his college experience was a small school in a small town and no, he didn't play Division I ball and certainly not the NBA, but really that doesn't change the fact he was a hero.
He was a really good basketball player but what made Greg a hero was that he could save a game. Many times the team was behind by a few points with only seconds remaining and Greg dug into his bag of smooth stones (David analogy) and slung it bravely at the giant and down he fell. I was there. I saw it. More than once. His brother was a hero too. I saw that more clearly because since Greg, I now knew what to look for.
We all need heroes. There are times they are indispensible. The problem with heroes is that they don't know what to do unless there is a crisis. Sometimes they create crisis (again think David).
Greg died in a car accident over the weekend. His life was pretty rocky since he got out of school. But I think it would be unfair to Greg to not look at his true nature -- he was a hero. It isn't as easy as it looks.