True heroes are incredibly rare. They aren’t perfect, nor do they pretend to be. They are often quite flawed. Their flaws are what make their heroism all the more impressive.
Nelson Mandela – may he rest in peace – was a wonderfully-flawed, fantastic hero. During my life he has been an inspiration and a role-model. While I am saddened by his passing, I am also beyond grateful he walked this earth. He accepted the role of public figure and endured some of life’s worst perils. He didn’t have to. He didn’t have to serve. He didn’t have to stand up and represent the human race. But he did.
And the world is better for his leadership. I know I certainly am.