the wind beneath whose wings

so i am sitting in horrible traffic...three blocks...twenty minutes...we won't discuss a lane closure for road work on one of the busiest strips in nassau county during the height of rush hour...i am listening to the radio...changing a station...and there is bette midler..."wind beneath my wings"...back in the day when she was transitioning from wonderfully wicked to wonder bread...i almost sing along...then catch myself in horror and quickly change the dial...the broadway channel briefly saves me with the overture from "chicago"...original cast...back before that went from wonderfully wicked to wonder bread...but those bette lyrics get me thinking...and i am mulling over a thought...what or who lifts us when we are down or when we fall...we all can think of a "hero"...someone who has been our champion...but really, when we stumble, don't we really save ourselves...i am not going to bring in faith...many will argue the intervention of a higher power...and i am not here to argue for or against...because even the act of being saved means we reach out at our weakest moments...a 50/50 proposition, if you will...so i guess when bette had us crying our eyes out...before we cried over barbara hershey's awful face work...the wind beneath those wings was really the firm clasp of a friend walking you along...personal training wheels...holding then letting go...maybe realizing, like dorothy, that you had the power all along...here's wishing that in these uncertain times we all have a hand to grasp and our own wings to fly...