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I have an anxiety disorder and got panic attacks. I had a VERY bad one at work one day and had to leave early. I was walking home, shaking, trying to convince myself that I wasn't about to die, when an older man approached me. I assumed he was homeless, because big city and his appearance, so I reached in my pocket to give him some money.
Instead he stopped me and said, "Ey man. Anyone ever tell ya you look like Clark Kent?"
I had been told this before (my MIL is obsessed with Christopher Reeve and that was one of the first comments she'd made to me), but anxiety had kicked my ass and all I managed was, "... What?"
"Clark Kent? Superman, y'know; man of steel? Take off them glasses and lemme see that Superman, man!"
So I took off my glasses and the man's face just split into the most genuine, joyful smile I'd seen in a while. He clapped me on the shoulder, walked past, and bellowed, "Oh Lord, looks just like him!!!" while laughing to himself.
My panic attacks started after my dad, my hero, developed frontotemporal dementia and (among other things) forgot who I was. I will be forever grateful to that man for making me feel like Superman on a day I felt like I was made of glass.
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Related story on how little things can make you feel like Superman:
I have an anxiety disorder and got panic attacks. I had a VERY bad one at work one day and had to leave early. I was walking home, shaking, trying to convince myself that I wasn't about to die, when an older man approached me. I assumed he was homeless, because big city and his appearance, so I reached in my pocket to give him some money.
Instead he stopped me and said, "Ey man. Anyone ever tell ya you look like Clark Kent?"
I had been told this before (my MIL is obsessed with Christopher Reeve and that was one of the first comments she'd made to me), but anxiety had kicked my ass and all I managed was, "... What?"
"Clark Kent? Superman, y'know; man of steel? Take off them glasses and lemme see that Superman, man!"
So I took off my glasses and the man's face just split into the most genuine, joyful smile I'd seen in a while. He clapped me on the shoulder, walked past, and bellowed, "Oh Lord, looks just like him!!!" while laughing to himself.
My panic attacks started after my dad, my hero, developed frontotemporal dementia and (among other things) forgot who I was. I will be forever grateful to that man for making me feel like Superman on a day I felt like I was made of glass.