Reflection About Heroism

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Heroism As time passes, the meaning of heroism constantly changes for me. Throughout my nomadic stroll through life, I’ve come to view all people as having the potential to excrete heroic quality, but this has not always been the case. In my younger years I only identified Heroism as being obtainable for men. It’s certainly my judgement then, did not serve me well. In deciding who has displayed such true, genuine acts of heroism, I missed seeing it for what it really is. It’s easy to label heroes as a child, and also easy to misunderstand who can qualify. Then, as you mature, you begin to realize you didn’t quite understand that it’s not always possible to just ooze Heroism, as those dressed up in costumes on your T.V screen. Your expectations of what it means to demonstrate such heroism, changes dramatically with age, you realize heroism isn’t discriminatory. There have been many times in my teenage and adult life, when I have felt as if the person lives, but the hero I thought they were has …show more content…

It takes very little impression to leave a child believing you are one of great heroism. I say this because, looking back to my childhood, I looked up to so many without even really knowing their true character. If you bought a five year old me an ice cream on a hot summer day, you were my hero. Then you have the hero’s seen on television, and story books. Those characters which are portrayed as having heroism attributes really influence your sense of heroism detection. I remember thinking fireman looked really scary in their gear, and I didn’t consider them having heroism. Yet, I thought the man at the bakery who would give me a free cookie at every visit was. Even though my idea of a hero was a bit misconstrued as a child, it was a great feeling to at least have an idea of what a hero was. I knew heroes meant well, even if I selfishly took into account only the things I benefited

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