Perception: Generally speaking, how do you think others perceive you?

How do people see me? That's a question I've asked myself too many times in my life. Maybe it's because I have a deep seeded need to change for people; I think that stems from wanting to be the son my parents wanted or the doctor. I always wonder what people really see when they look at me, is it the man, the doctor, the hero? I've never really known who any of those people really are. I think it's hard to know who you are when you've got something to hide.

I think I know what they see here on this island. They don't see the man I am; they see the hero. Saving lives for a living, or the attempt thereof, is something people see as noble. I wish I could say that's the main reason I became a doctor but it isn't. Pressure from my parents, pressure from myself; those are the reasons I became a doctor.

Yet here, all people see is the hero. Because of my actions from the crash on, I've been put on this pedestal that I know one day I'm going to fall from. One day in the jungle Kate told me she was sorry she wasn't as perfect as me or as good. I couldn't forget that day if I tried, even without those words, still it sticks out in my mind as the day I realized how many people have that image of me. Perfect? Hardly. I try to do what I believe is right but I've never been more than just Jack.

Hero? I wish.