"Revised" Wolverine

I Want A Super Power Please! ("Revised")

Comic books and movies have thrown the ideas of superpowers in the faces of children across the world for years. Everyday children see superman flying around and they convince themselves that they could fly too if they only had a cape. I cannot help but wonder how many children a year end up in hospitals with broken arms because they tied a cape around their neck and jumped off the roof, expecting to soar away instead of falling to the ground. I have never been big on super heroes and comic books, but I definitely remember watching the X-Men movies and thinking “how amazing would it be to be able to heal like Wolverine does?” Even today, when I am twenty years old, and I have full time job and go to school part time, while I am trying to enter the “adult” world, every now and then my mind can’t help but wander to the “what if?” What if I could be like Wolverine and heal in seconds? It would definitely make my job more bearable, and I would definitely more a more confident person, and maybe even more helpful in my community.

Personally, I think wolverine is the X-Men with the best power, and personally my favorite X-Man. Not only is he devastatingly handsome, but he can be on the front line in battle, and come out without a scratch. And of course, the steel blades coming out from between his fingers are pretty awesome as well. When Rogue asks Wolverine if it hurts when the steel blades slice through his skin to fight, he coolly says “every time.” It is not only pain I fear but the scars and actual injuries that make me want to have his power. Between car accidents, fires, and of course the occasional rogue bullet, who wouldn’t benefit from not being able to self heal from any injury in mere minutes? Imagine being in a crippling accident but walking about unscathed, of perhaps saving a friends life by stepping in front of bullet but you are able to push the bullet back out and heal so quickly it will be like nothing happened. Maybe it sounds selfish, since I would benefit more from this power than anyone else, but to me it would be the ultimate way to ensure I die of natural causes.

Now I realize that most people would not put dog grooming and dangerous jobs in the same category. However, these people are obviously not groomers or don’t know any groomers, because I do get injured at my job every single day. I am a “Professional PetStylist” at PetSmart, and trust me it is not an easy job. I get bit, scratched, jumped on, and beat up all day. While pet grooming may sound like I get to play with dogs all day that is far from how my job really goes. Unfortunately, not everyone’s precious pooches are angels at the grooming salon. I get jumped on by hundred pound Labradors, bit by cute little Yorkshire Terries, scratched by cats, and cut with razor sharp scissors all day long. My forearms and hands are covered with scars from scratches, bites, and the occasional slip of my scissors. Now I know that horrifying coordination is part of my problem, but I am tired of feeling bruised and beaten every time I leave work. If, however, I had the ability to heal my injuries in seconds, I think I would enjoy my job a lot more.

As far as making me a better a person, I am always afraid. I don’t think I had a sheltered childhood, but I was always taught to be wary of everything, and always be suspicious and cautious. I have tried for years to change that about myself, but it is very difficult. I think that if I was impervious to being injured, I really do feel like that would help me be a more confident and less cautious person. I think that I could have a more free spirit and a more easy going life in general if only I could have a superpower.

Apart from helping me in my job and in my personal life, I would love to do things for my community with my superpower. I know that if bullets just bounced off me, and if bombs could go off around me, but I could mend myself in such little time, the military would surely want me to be their “secret weapon.” I could go over to Iraq and walk straight up to the terrorists to talk to them (or kill them before they kill us I suppose) without have to worry about being wiped out. They could shoot at me all day long to no effect. I could do all the most dangerous jobs in the whole world, and always be able to come back home.

I know that in reality getting hurt is a part of life, a learning tool that we use from childhood. But, it would still be nice to not have to worry about breaking your arm on the monkey bars or getting bit by dogs. I’ll still dream about the day when I am like Wolverine and I can walk away from anything without a scratch, or a least a scar.