A couple of months ago, my husband and I watched the first season of Heroes on DVD. For those of you who are unfamiliar, it’s a story about a group of seemingly normal individuals – a geeky Japanese office worker, a hospice care nurse, a high school cheerleader – who have extraordinary powers, which are sometimes viewed as curses. They are trying to save the world from imminent destruction – a task that would appear to be overly daunting, if not impossible, for mere human beings. And yet, it’s really very simple: Save the cheerleader, save the world.
I’ve been thinking about this phrase and the incredible expectations that have been foisted upon President Barack Obama. The One. In the months since the election, many have written about his potential for greatness. He has been featured in a comic book about his favorite superhero, Spiderman. He has served as a muse for artists and fashion designers and poets and musicians. We all want him to be somehow more than human – a superhero – and because of this, it seems that he cannot help but disappoint.
But this morning, as I watched footage of the inauguration, I was nothing but proud. Even if he does nothing after today, he has still accomplished a great deal.
Go get ’em, Obama: save the cheerleader, save the world. On this day, at least, we are all behind you.