I’ve been playing a game recently. I look at everyone I see as a superhero in disguise. Imagine the barista, the bartender, the homeless kid, and the banker are all superheroes… but they can’t let anyone know it. They must protect their civilian identities at all costs. They have to duck out of sight to transform into their super selves. But I know their secret… And I treat them with the respect a superhero deserves… with gratitude and appreciation. I don’t have to know their exploits to know they are making the world better. I interpret unpleasant behavior as a clever deflectionto protect their secrets. This game has proven to be a lot of fun. There is something powerful in acknowledging the power in everyone I meet. It opens the consideration that if everyone else is a superhero, maybe I’m one, too.