Called to activism... without being Superman.

Recently, while walking to the park, my son engaged me in an unforgettable conversation in which he asked, “Dad, is Superman real?” I’m not exactly sure how I responded in the moment, but later in the conversation his question evolved into, “Are you Superman?”

I smiled knowing that this was an elusive moment in time. I knew I needed to capture this conversation because it likely would be an important memory to recall during his teenage years. 

I’m certainly not Superman, but I did stop a train a few weeks back.