...mask?

I have heard a lot of theories about me. My wife says that when I'm at the office, I'm wearing a mask, and when I'm up in the skies...that's the real me. That's not true at all. There is no "mask". I'm never masking myself. When I'm at the office, sure, I act a little clumsy for cover, but my personality is the same as it ever was. There is no mental switch I make from being myself to being Silver Sentry. The only difference is, I'm wearing a bright, and I'm sure, obnoxious costume. I don't fly around and save people because I see some need for a Silver Sentry personality. I fly around and save people because I have powers and I realize I'm the only one that can stop things that no one wants. Its not about "masks". When you hear about the little girl that drowned, or the car crash that paralyzed a young man, or the family gunned down in front of a now orphaned child, and you feel that feeling in your gut...well, I'm just a man who's dedicated to stop that feeling that something has gone wrong and cannot be fixed.

"...let there be light."

It has recently come to my attention that the world needs to know my intentions. My name is Zor of the Ome house of the planet Xela, but you people of earth know me as the Silver Sentry. Many of you want to know what I'm doing here on your home planet. My father, mere moments before its destruction, rocketed me from my planet of birth for a chance at a better life. It is best for me and those close to me that the whereabouts of my landing and the events that have led up to my current position are kept secret from you. All you need to know, and I'm sure that most of you do already, is that on your planet I have powers beyond mortal man, and I intend to use them to protect the mortal man. Many times I have done the impossible and literally saved the world, if not the universe, against all odds. I've faced madmen, monsters, and twisted bizarre versions of myself. Recently, actually moments ago, really, I returned from a conflict that made me realize one thing: the Silver Sentry will not live forever. The records of my thoughts and actions must be there for when I am not. More to come.