Once you’re Spiderman, you’re Spiderman for life. Forever. The suit won’t burn, and it’s flame resistant. That’s the point.
You try being Spiderman.
You get crazy calls in the middle of the night. Calls from the Chief of Police asking to catch a burglar trying to rip off the new flat-screen T.V.
Spiderman doesn’t care about the T.V.
Yet he pulls on the suit. That stinking suit. Because he didn’t get around to washing it yesterday.
And it’s hot with those sucker cups on the fingers. The bundle of ropes and a little package of equipment is cumbersome. He puts on the suit, anyway, and it’s his job.
Only Spiderman can put on that suit.
Off he goes. He is flying out from his living room window, swinging from rooftop to rooftop.
Until there is the poor, dumb burglar, the Chief called about. He is humping the T.V. on his back to the get-away car.
So Spiderman does what he does. First, he falls on him. Wrestles him, and just enough to whoop him. Then tie him up—no big deal.
You might think something big will happen to you when you’re Spiderman. That’s only in the movies, and it doesn’t happen that way – not even for Spiderman – in real life.
Nothing happens.
The Chief calls, and he goes.
The burglar gets an ass-whooping. Spiderman leaves him for the police.
The Chief calls again. Same story, different day.
Once Spiderman considered something different. He thought he might try something exciting like racing cars and something to make his heart beat at a different rate.
But once you’re Spiderman, you’re Spiderman for life. Forever. No turning back.
The suit won’t burn, and it’s flame resistant.
Maybe that’s your problem. Who knows. Perhaps that’s the entire problem with everything. But really, it’s an unknown blessing. Who you are is the best part once you figure it out.
Nobody can burn their suits, and we’re all flame resistant.
