Have you ever met your idol? Perhaps an actor, athlete, or scientist that you have respected and admired for the greater portion of your life? Was it everything you thought it would be? On this episode of Smirk, a conversation on the great Stan Lee sparks a discussion on whether meeting our heroes is ever truly as gratifying as we think it will be.
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Want to read Zack’s story “Cult of Personality” in full? Think you can identify the moral or theme for this episode? Read it below, and then take a listen to the podcast.
Cult of Personality
We stood in line for literal hours. At the end of it, a lifelong dream would be fulfilled. It all came
together out of the blue, but I was definitely excited. Heck, I didn’t even have to pay for it
myself. My new buddy, Vegas, took care of that. Though we only met earlier that day, it was
because of him I was going to meet Stan Lee.
So we waited. And waited. And waited yet more. But then, finally, it was our turn. As security
quickly, forcefully, and rather rudely forced our bags off of us, we were shown through the
curtain.
There he was, sitting in the chair before us. It would be a lie to say he looked anything
other than ragged and tired. His age was showing, but it made us no less thrilled to see the
legend.
We exchanged the briefest of greetings, took our photo op, and were escorted out. That was it,
three hours of waiting for thirty seconds of being face-to-face with “Stan the Man.” Though
being disappointed at the time, I look back fondly to that day now. I could scratch something off
of my bucket list.
Excelsior!