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Heroes for My Son
Heroes for My Son
Heroes for My Son
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Heroes for My Son

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Since the birth of his son in 2003, bestselling novelist Brad Meltzer (The Book of Fate, The Tenth Justice, The Book of Lies) has been collecting heroes from whom his son can learn how to live a good life. In Heroes for My Son, Meltzer shares, with parents everywhere, the stories of 52 such heroes—from Dr. Seuss and Mr. Rogers to Mother Theresa and Mohandas Gandhi.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateMay 11, 2010
ISBN9780061993558
Heroes for My Son
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Brad Meltzer

Brad Meltzer is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of twelve thrillers including The Escape Artist, and nonfiction books such as The Lincoln Conspiracy and the Ordinary People Change the World series. He is also the host of the TV show Brad Meltzer’s Decoded on the History Channel. He lives in Florida with his wife and three children.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    After hearing the author talk about this book recently on NPR Radio, I decided to look at the book. I liked what I saw and purchased a copy.The author has chosen a little over fifty people he considers heroes and written a short summary of what they did to make them heroes in his mind. In the introduction, and in talks the author has given about his book, he has said that he felt it would be very worthwhile to provide his son with a list of heroes to know about. He goes on to describe the typical young child's hero as simply someone who is currently well known. The author, and most of us know that that criteria alone is not really very adequate and that it is important for young people to know what most of us do consider credentials for heroic stature.As the author states, his chosen heroes have reached the status for any of several reasons, and that some are well known, some not.The author feels that the reader probably knowws some and maybe many more that could be added. He has left space at the end of the book for the reader to add his own favorite hero to the book, before giving it to his son or daughter. He has also left the dedication of the book up to the reader to fill in.In this way the author expects you to personalize the book and to pass it on to a young person.I have read each entry and am impressed by the author's choices for inclusion and his clear style in summarizing each person's reason for inclusion.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I enjoyed the variety of people that he talked about in the book and it makes me interested to more about some of them, but I felt like some of it was a bit short and seen through rose-colored glasses, in a way, looking only at the positives. Overall, I enjoyed it very much and it was a nice, read a bit here and there book.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    I borrowed this book from the library. Now I plan to buy it

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Heroes for My Son - Brad Meltzer

introduction

I was stuck at a red light. It wasn’t a particularly long light. But I remember the moment because it was dark and it was quiet—the first moment of quiet on the day my son Jonas was born.

And there I was, stuck at this red light.

It was one of those moments where you sit outside your body—like your first kiss, or that first time someone in your family dies—and you’re looking down, knowing that the moment is so personally vital that the only way to comprehend it is to witness it from somewhere else.

So as I sat there, gripping the steering wheel of our little banged-up car, I remember looking up at the crisp black sky and thinking about this baby boy we were just blessed with. That’s when it hit me—and when I asked myself the question for the very first time: what kind of man did I want my son to be?

I have three children now. I’ve long since realized I have little say in the matter.

But I still love that moment. That pure, beautiful moment where you get to think about your newborn child and every door and every possibility is just waiting there, perfectly open. You can dream as big as you want in that moment. That baby of yours may be the future president of the United States, or a creative genius, or a big thinker, or, best yet, the kind of person who leaves the world better than he found it.

It’s a moment where there are no limits or detours or any of the restrictions that reality eventually brings. And it was in that moment of unbridled love and pure naïveté that this book was born.

I decided right there that I’d write this book over the course of my son’s life—that I’d fill it with advice and good ideas. I started that very night, writing the instructions he needed to be a good man:

1. Love God.

2. Be nice to the fat kid in class.

The plan was that I’d add more ideas throughout his lifetime, and then one day, when he was older, he’d thank me, realizing what a brilliant father I was. (I’d assumed Cat Stevens would be playing in the background. Norman Rockwell would of course be resurrected to paint the moment.)

It was the day my son was born. I’m allowed mushy.

And so, on that day, I began this book.

Of course it was crap.

Sure, there was some good advice in there. But most of it was just sentimental manure—the ramblings of someone who clearly had never been a parent. I mean, did I really think that if I said, Be good, my son would be good?

So I started thinking about my own life: Where did I learn kindness? Who taught me about the benefits of patience? I didn’t have to look far. Sure, my mom and dad had laid the foundation. But when I thought of my first real hero, the person who came to mind was my grandfather, Ben Rubin.

When I was little, my grandfather knew I loved hearing Batman stories, so he’d always tell me this one story that went like this: "Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile. And they were riding along the edge of a curving cliff. And up ahead of them was a white van, which held the Joker, the Penguin, the Riddler, and Catwoman. And as they drove along this cliff, Batman and Robin caught them."

That’s when I’d look him right in the eyes and whisper, Tell it again.

He’d smile at me and say, Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile. And they were riding along the edge of a curving cliff….

And when it was done, I’d say, Tell it again.

And he would.

It was the same story every time. Just four sentences long. Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile…. But he told me this story over and over simply because he knew I loved hearing it.

That’s a hero to me.

In that action, he taught me about love and compassion and dedication. He taught me the power of creativity. He opened the first window of my imagination. And most of all, as I look

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