Like many boys, my son, Garett, has a fascination with superheroes.
One day my wife, Lindsey, was home with our boys. She dressed our son up in his cape, and let him head off to the land of make-believe. He flew around the house for a while before retreating to the back porch. It wasn’t long until Lindsey heard a huge crash accompanied by the sounds of a crying boy.
Rushing outside, she found a pile of assorted lawn furniture that had been stacked into a platform, designed to be the launching pad for flight. Initially, she was concerned that he had been hurt as he sobbed uncontrollably, but as he calmed down, Lindsey found out the true source of his tears.
He crashed as he attempted to fly.
He had the cape, he built the tower, he believed with all his heart he could; still, gravity took effect and he crashed to the ground.