It was a heart-warming story for a 5-year-old who battled Leukemia: a major American city, thanks to a slew of volunteers, helps him achieve a dream of saving the day as Batkid.
A 5-year-old lived out a dream this week, donning a Batman costume to fight fictional villains in a fictional city.
The event was the work of the Make a Wish Foundation, which grants wishes to kids facing life-threatening illnesses. Make A Wish’s mission is not new and there have been scores of stories before about the group helping make a dream come true.
It’s not even the first time that a child got the chance to play a superhero.
There’ll be stories like this again.
But I can’t help but think, as I read of thousands of people pitching in to help this one child, setting up multiple locations where he could “save the day”, about the size of the effort required.
Not only the effort, but the sheer level of organization, communication and teamwork necessary to pull it all off.
“By all accounts, the groundswell of civic support even caught Make-A-Wish by surprise.”
I’m glad so many people were able to do it. I’m glad they were able to help this little boy’s spirits be lifted after a battle with leukemia. I’m happy to see that people are willing to come together to do it.
I just wonder why stories like this seem to be the exception rather than the rule. Why are we more interested in pointing fingers at each other and criticizing every little thing, when we could spend that same amount of time trying to build each other up and look for ways to help?
Maybe it’s simply a matter of which is easiest. How disappointing a criteria that would be.
If people could make that much effort, how much more could we accomplish if we put that kind of effort forward in our own community once a week, or even once a month?
How many lives could we change forever?
And why does it seem so daunting to even consider?