Welcome…incorporating Different Types of Heroes.

I’ve set this blog up for one, and only one, very specific purpose.

However, having gone to this trouble, I just may drop in as the whim takes me and leave some small written evidence of having done so.

So, onto the Inaugeral, Main, and indeed only, feature event (Thus far).

Given the sheer volume of mindless venom directed at anyone who dared think the coward rabble-rouser Corey was anything other than a hero, I was prompted to write by a small news item I spotted on news.com.au which highlighted, to me at least, the gulf separating what REAL heroes are made of when compared to the flotsam and jetsam of some elements of society as manifested by “Party Boy” Corey and his peers, hangers-on and all manner of other assorted wannabes attempting to elevate him to that status.

I’m including a link to the story in question. However, it will possibly only have a very short life.

The guts of the story is that 11 year-old Lachlan Nally, climbed from the wreckage of his father’s car following an accident near Koolunga in South Australia.

He was only slightly injured himself, but his father was unconscious and, as it transpired, in a critical condition.

Lachlan performed CPR on his Dad, then ran, barefoot, 3km back to the local pub to raise the alarm. It was after Midnight.

It appears that his actions may save his father’s life.

Contrast this, to the gutless, selfish, self-promoting, glory hunting parasite, Corey Delaney/Worthington.

Compare this little boy, injured, alone, barefoot and in the dark, and probably scared shitless, with his unconscious father to contend with.

This same little boy then runs 3km to seek help.

Compare him to a 16 year-old who’s too afraid to confront his parents and sort out a problem – a problem of considerably less import than that for an 11 year-old confronting the unknown all by himself.

His sheer presence of mind, not to even mention his courage, is an outstanding example of the resourcefullness and independence this country was founded on.

Pardon, if you will, the somewhat “purple prose”, but I felt compelled to highlight the impact of the sheer diametric opposition of these two originating events, and how they were handled.

An 11 year-old boy strikes out for help, running, by himself, having ensured, at least to his own small satisfaction, that he had done what he could for his injured Father.

At the other end of the spectrum, we have someone who, it appears, defied what was expected by him, and then, with myriad supporters runs away from his Mother and Stepfather.

That same Mother, Father and Stepfather who fed, cared for and nurtured him throughout his so-far 16 years.

Those same parents whose hearts ache with the worry of it all, both financial and emotional.

And finally, compare how “Lochie” later sums up his situation:

“I was shocked then I went in the car and dad wasn’t talking so I went back to the pub because they were the only people I knew in Koolunga.”

“I was scared and it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything because it was dark.”

To how Corey sums up his:

Q: “Why don’t you go home?” (ACA Reporter).

A: “I don’t really want to. I’m going out tomorrow with a few mates. I don’t really want to go home if they’re going to go all crazy at me.” Corey

And that sums up the difference for me. I can only hope that the generation as a whole to which “Lochie” belongs exhibits the same qualities that he has demonstrated, rather than the qualities exhibited by some members of the generation to which Corey belongs.

I also hope, probably moreso, that the not so admirable qualities exhibited by some members of Corey’s generation do not corrupt the potential of new generations following it, especially those generations looking to the example set by courageous individuals like little Lachlan “Lochie” Nally.