I need a Hero

These cute little guys are Tony and Jason. They live in a little village in Belize and signed on as our tour guides one day when we were looking for cool birds. (that is the cheap emotional ploy that goes with the rest of this blog)
I'm wondering if you have a hero? Maybe a favorite superhero left over from your misspent youth; or perhaps someone you know or know of; or maybe your hero is a sort of Frankenstein monster made up of bits and parts from all of the above. I have had the privilege of meeting some real life heroes. They are working hard to help the kids of the Stann Creek district in Belize. They run an organization called HANDS (web site http://www.handsbelize.net/) The last time I was in Hopkins, I took some meds for the Dr and sat and chatted with a lady named Dorothy Peterson who works with this organization. One of the biggest social problems they have is keeping the kids busy enough to keep them out of drugs and trouble. Most of the kids in Hopkins quit school at age 14 and then there is nothing for them. These marvelous people are trying hard to find the kids recreational opportunities. Dorothy runs a drumming school and gives the kids a place to perform. They have created a soccer league and they encourage the kids to make use of the basketball 'court'. This 'court' is a patch of left over asphalt that looks like it has had a hard life of being chewed up by really large trucks. It has two hoops (one at each end) but no baskets per se. So this is where I tell you haw you can sign up to be a hero. These kids play these sports barefoot. Not because that's the way they like it, but because the vast (and I mean vast) majority of them have no shoes. Consequently their feet get pretty beat up and the kids get discouraged and stop playing. So this is what I'm asking - and I am just asking, really no pressure at all - if in the course of your spring cleaning you come across runners or soccer shoes that your kids have out grown, are in good shape, and may fit a child between the ages of 5 and 18; could you please put them in a bag or box and give them to me? I will take them to Dorothy and you will be a hero! To quote Bonnie Tyler:
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me