When I was a young boy, 5 or 6, my father gave me a cape for a present. I knew instantly that I could fly! I ran out back to show my older brothers. They didn’t seem impressed, probably just jealous. I climbed the fence to show my neighbor. He to seemed skeptical :(. So I thought I would just prove to all “I Could Fly”! I would just do a short flight at first, as I was new to flying. I chose to fly across the backyard to the other fence.

I leaped, and instantly flew! Making it a good 6 inches, from the top of the fence. to the top of a metal garden post! Landing directly on my butt. Lying on the ground screaming, squirming, my father came running out to see what happened. I had impaled the post in the back of my leg at my bottom. Quite a cut! My brothers were asked why they didn’t help. They thought I was just laughing.

My parents rushed me to the Emergency Hospital, where I received over 50 stitches. I was told just a minute fraction off from lancing an artery. There was some time after before I was able to fly again. I was greatly concerned that my father had given me a bad cape. I’m sure this wasn’t intentional. To this day I do still tease him about being the type of father that would give his young boy a bad cape; “What type of Father would ever do this?”

Since this day, and really whenever I chose to look, I have many magic capes to help me along, help me fly. I may not get them all from my father, but I do credit him for enabling me, empowering me to see and use them!

Where do you find yours?