Every day we tell stories that cast ourselves as the hero, the victim, the martyr, but rarely the villain. We reserve the role of the villain for another, to bring out the best in our character by contrast. Sympathies align with the storyteller, so Heroes and their ilk are seldom made. Rather, they are told to others. Humans, however, are made. We are made from our mistakes. However good or great we think we are, man was never given wings to soar with ease to grand heights. He was given strong enough legs to climb and stumble on his awkward way up.