Not all traditions are odious. One of my favorites is the author’s gratitude to those in their life who helped them accomplish their work.
But I get ahead of myself, which I often do.
My name is Daniel Hero. Yes, that’s my real name and has been since the age of five. I live in Oregon with my wife, Dr. Hero (I promise we’re not looking for a contract from Marvel studios) and our dog Kepler. We have one son. Needless to say, which therefore I must, without their love and support what I have done both here and elsewhere would not have been possible. Thank you, I know you both realize how very much I love you.
The problem with lists is that they tend to grow exponentially. If I started to list everyone who deserves the same amount of gratitude and love, well – let’s just say, the impossibility of that task is one of the reasons I wrote this book.
Yet. Yet, there are some notable thanks I feel compelled to single out.
First is to Rambler, thank you for being the hand that helped me through my own garden wall precisely when I needed it. I owe you a debt I can never repay, which means I certainly will.
Next is to my teachers, both intended and not. It is no stretch to say I learned at least as much from unintended teachers than any I found at the head of a class or between the pages of a book. Few spring fully formed from their own brow but it is the job of the teacher to try to pass on the knack.
To my parents, my first teachers: Thank you for the self sacrifice that is my life. Finally, to the well wishers in my life, without you, all this is meaningless.
Daniel Hero
Expert Generalist-Aristotelian man of leisure
Master of Arts in Pedagogy, George Fox University
