Monday, October 8, 2007
Superman Dan: By Laura Pope
Leaping out of the vehicle, he rushes towards the scene. He has worked hard all day doing budget work for an orphan education program. He could be heading home right now to rest. But it seems that his day’s work isn’t done yet. A man, bloodied and unconscious, lies on the side of the road. Laughter filters through the unconcerned crowd. He asks for the number of the police. He records the license plate of a car as it speeds away. He stands near the fallen man, making sure no one moves the body causing further injury. His voice is filled with concern and compassion. He wants to do the right thing, but isn’t quite sure what that is. Unlike the mob of people around, he is trying to help.
This incident is not just a true story, but also a metaphor for the way Superman Dan lives here in South Africa. He knows the things he sees every day are not just, good or right. He takes in the pain he sees, allows himself to be moved by compassion and makes a plan to improve that person’s life, even if only in the smallest way. While others stand by in confusion at the seemingly undefeatable curses of HIV and poverty, Dan looks at the individual and does everything and anything he can.
Dan hasn’t updated his blog recently, but I can assure you that it is not because he has nothing to write about. Every day he experiences things that break him a little more. But how can he explain how he enters a depressing Tuberculosis hospital every chance he gets so he can visit a young boy sick there? How can he bear to write about the young mother and child who have just been tested as HIV+ and are literally on death’s doorstep? How can he speak of visiting a teenager in prison and going to his court case the next day to make sure that he gets fair representation in a system filled with gaps and corruption? Superman Dan refuses to allow someone who needs love to go without. He makes every effort to show them they are not alone. Although he is busy running a program that is changing the future of youth who were never given a chance to be something, he finds time to put out other little fires on the side. He has entered the scene of the accident and won’t leave until the emergency is over.
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5 comments:
Up and down, and side to side
Swinging from the roof tops, this man's not obliged
To stop in and say hello
To wander down those lonely halls
To bring a smile to those in pain
To fight for hope when there is no gain
He's our man
He's known as Dan
Did anybody ever tell him:
He looks like Batdan?
Laura, you truly are a gifted young lady.
Thank you for sharing this story so eloquently.
Is Batdan the same guy that has visited the Soujouners Halloween camp? Now there is a real visual!
Hi Dan,
Sorry that I haven't written sooner but I forgot my password. It sounds like you have a good friend in Laura. She sees you like the rest of us do, Superman. I know it doesn't matter to you but it sure does to us. We love you and miss you and can hardly wait until we see you again. You continue to be in our thoughts, hearts and prayers.
Love Auntie Sandi, Caroline, Nick and Chris.
BIG hugs your way Dan.....i hope you are recalling lessons learned in Crisis Intervention, namely tools & strategies to address worker burnout and compassion fatigue.
When you get back to Calgary in December, be sure to drop me a line. Would love to hear from you and connect. Keep well and keep in touch. writing is a wonderful therapy
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