Remember the 1970's Saturday morning live-action superhero show, Shazam!?
It was about a young boy named Billy Batson who somehow was granted superpowers and every time he yelled the word "SHAZAM," he was transformed into the superhero, Captain Marvel who had all of the powers from ancient Greek Gods.
I was 6 at the time the show aired for the first time.
You have to understand something before I go on, I was infatuated with superheroes and comic books growing up. My dad took me to the comic book store every Saturday morning to buy a new comic book. A quarter a week (I still have several from when I was little).
We lived on the 12th fairway of the Beloit Country Club and there was an empty sand trap that was the perfect place to go daydream. I would run around the sand-less trap and then fall down and look up at the clouds.
Sidenote; that sand-less trap also happens to be where we spread my Dad's ashes upon his death.
Every once in awhile I would look up at the cloud formations and yell the magical word just to see if anything would happen, "SHAZAM!" And of course, nothing would ever happen except disappointment.
As I look back at my life and realize that I am approaching the autumn of the year, I think about times in my life when I would've yelled SHAZAM! to change or alter the current situation. Truthfully, there's only a few...less than a handful.
Do yourself a favor and play the same game. You will realize that when you look at the book of life, a super intervention only was needed a few times.
Life can be pretty super on its own. No capes needed.
