We don’t need any more comic book superhero movies. Rather, what we need is someone to turn meaningful stories like this one into lessons we can all witness on the big screen and then apply to our life.

Hey I love my Super hero movie just as much as anyone but I also like stories like this one. 

WARNING: You may experience extreme change in perspective on life. 

At the café they always gave him a table set for two, and sat him across from an empty chair. Always. Even when the waiter specifically asked him whether he was alone. Other people would be sitting there in twos or threes, laughing or tasting each other’s food, or fighting over the bill, while Avichai sat by himself eating his Healthy Start—orange juice, muesli with honey, decaf double espresso with warm low-fat milk on the side. Of course it would have been nicer if someone had sat down across from him and laughed with him, if there had been someone to argue with over the bill and he’d have to struggle, to hand the money to the waitress saying, “Don’t take it from him! Mickey, stop. Just stop! This one’s on me.” But he didn’t really have anyone to do that with, and breakfast alone was ten times better than staying home. 

Bernhardt Wichmann III had very few friends, but they were deep ones. Friends were patient enough to wait until he wrote replies on small slips of paper so they could carry on conversations with him. Friends were willing enough to help him schedule medical visits.

And early last month, Wichmann died as he lived: fully. From The New York Times: “They discovered that since 1991, Ben had lived in that tiny third-floor room down the block that cost $10 a day. He had few possessions and eked by on Social Security. In a city where so many have so much, he had practically nothing. Yet it was enough, always enough. And inside him beat a heart bigger than a mountain.”

Read that again “heart bigger then a mountain.” 

So the quality of like comes with the quality of questions. 

What 5 words would you want written about you in The Times?

Of course, Wichmann’s goal wasn’t to be in The New York Times. It was to live fully present and to help others. Living into that authentic goal of his got him into the paper.

Many people would love to be covered by the NYT and it still never happens. I have to think that when our goal is to wow others, falsely impress others, lie to ourselves, and instead follow our hearts. When our goal is to serve others, we’ll end up impressing them, too (even if a large newspaper never writes about us).

So….. super hero it up. But…. I bet you anything that you’re super heroes found a way to serve and by serving found bliss. 

Think outside the box on how you can serve. It doesn’t have to be fighting crime, or even helping someone across the street. It can simply be…. “telling your father or mother that you’re grateful for everything you’ve done for them.”