Where are my heroes?

First word of Tiger's Thanksgiving weekend accident sounded innocuous enough. Car accident...he escapes unscathed.

Now we know it has turned into much more, peeling away years of practiced public relations work. This iconic figure, successor to Michael Jordan as king of the sports world, turns out to be nothing more than Jordan turned out to be...a skirt- chasing frat boy. Problem is, he's married and a father of two.

All of this is upsetting to me. I’m upset because I bought into the hype. I put Tiger on the pedestal. He was great. Cool under fire. A killer instinct. As a sports fan, I loved all of that.

But in the end, he’s just a worldly guy, a punk, who makes a shitload of money.

The real challenge is to be faithful, to God and to our betrothed. Not that I have opportunities presenting themselves but society seems to say, “go ahead....everyone’s doing it. No one needs to know.”

That's not what we’re called to do and not something that God would bless, even remotely.

So where are our real heroes? These days, it is not the king of the sports world. It's not the guy with the fattest bank account, for money doesn't deliver happiness or fidelity.

My heroes? It's time to reboot. Not the loud mouths, the media darlings, the starlets. Rather, it's time for me to really focus on the simple folks who struggle to do the right thing every day.

Believe it or not, it could be you and me!