It was one of those rare moments when fiction met the truth, and they shared a laugh.
Connie Moore and her husband, Clayton, were on their way home from a charity event in the San Fernando Valley one night when they ran across a car accident that had just happened. A man was lying in the middle of a residential street unconscious, and no one was helping him.
“Pull over, Clayton,” said Connie, a nurse at Northridge Hospital at the time. “Get me a towel from the trunk so I can raise his head off the asphalt.”
A few neighbors had come out of their homes to see what was going on. They couldn’t believe their eyes. “Is that who I think it is?” asked one. The others nodded.
In full costume, his mask still on from the public event, and his white hat creased to perfection was TV’s Lone Ranger, Clayton Moore, who lived only a few miles away in Calabasas.
“Lift his head up so I can slide the towel under his neck,” Connie instructed her husband. As he did, the man opened his eyes.
“Oh, my God,” he said. “It’s the Lone Ranger!”
In that moment, one of America’s most beloved fictional heroes from the 1950s was as real as a heart attack to that man lying on the ground. He needed help and who showed up to give it, but the masked man.
In the years they were married, she would see that look on people’s faces a lot whenever they went to an event, Connie said. People didn’t see a fictional hero, they saw a real man. He was the Lone Ranger, champion of the good.
The commencement address at Harvard this year was given by actor Tom Hanks, and, as usual, he delivered another powerful performance. The never-ending fight to protect “Truth, Justice, and the American Way,” he said is under serious attack, and we sure could use a superhero right now.
I’ve excerpted a small part of his speech, but please go online and read the full text, or watch him deliver it. He isn’t acting here. This comes straight from the heart.
“Some of us here…
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