Grandpa sat in a chair in the lounge of the care center for the elderly with his eyes closed, his head hung low, and his hands folded across his lap. To any onlooker, he would appear asleep, and that’s exactly what he wanted. If he was sleeping, they wouldn’t bother him. But Grandpa Sorenson wasn’t asleep. Grandpa Sorenson almost never slept, because he was, in fact, a Super Hero.
