[ WP ] For the first time ever , a person is born with a genuine superpower . They proceed to live out their entire life without noticing or realizing it .

A stubborn child dreams of the sky with his feet placed firmly on the ground. The day Glen receive his wings, the only thing he wanted to do was parade it in front of his mother's face. 
 
 So many times, burning itself into his memory, she had told him that he would never be able to fly. The sky was for the birds, she said. Glen was envious of his feathered friends. They seemed free in a way that he was not. 
 
 1903, The Wright brothers had done it. News swept the nation. Glen was seven years old that day. Planes, that was the way to the sky. 
 
 Glen had worked with his father, a cobbler, until he found his calling. The military had expanded upon the Wright brother's work and had outfitted the planes with guns, turning them into weapons of war. This was the only way Glen would ever be able to fly. 
 
 At seventeen years of age, Glen joined the United States military. 
 
 At twenty one, Glen was one of the first pilots of the U.S. Air Service. His mother had passed away two years prior, she never had the chance to see him fly. The next year, the Great War erupted in Europe. 
 
 When the U.S. became involved, Glen was selected to fly overseas. He flew against the Germans with a Frenchman at his side. The world seemed to open up to him the higher he flew. He had never met any foreigners until he was fighting with or against them. 
 
 Glen performed admirably during his service, but he had suffered great injury when his plane fell apart upon landing, shatter both his legs. 
 
 He did n't live to very old age, but his dreams had been achieved. Though he suffered at times, Glen flourished for the sake of flight. 
 
 Had he ever simply allowed himself to believe, with none of his efforts being necessary, he had only needed to reach up and try; then he would have known that all along, he could fly.
