Do The Superman

I came across this video the other day. It's of Braylon Beam, a young cancer patient, dancing after a game with the Carolina Panthers. I think I've watched it at least 15 times since then.

You can watch more of Braylon's story here. Something about this video moves me. It took me a while to figure out why. I've seen these stories before and sure they're touching, but as a dude, they're not supposed to bring you to tears, right? (The sheer ridiculousness of that last statement, what it says about me and our society in general is something for another blog)

As I thought through it, I decided it's everything. I love all of it.

You have the vulnerability of a young boy surrounded by the safety of large strong men. He's a little white kid who really can't dance, being celebrated by black men with moves, race and culture aren't issues.

Then there's Braylon's final pose. It's what Amy Cuddy calls a "power pose" in this Ted talk. It's celebratory, victorious, triumphant. He's Superman.

Then it finally hit me. The video crushes me, because I think about Mom.

Alzheimer's has taken her. Her mind is gone. Her body is bound. She's been defeated. But some day, God willing someday soon, that won't be true anymore.

She'll be safe from disease. Free to dance again. And as all of heaven welcomes a saint who lived life well, I'd like to think Jesus will say, "Come on Jeannette... let me see your Superman."