My Heroes The reason I have two heroes is because these two people couldn't have been heroes if they didn't have each other. My hero is my father and my heroine is my mother. It wouldn't be possible to say which one had more heroic qualities. When I was about seven, my mum became the victim of passive smoking. She was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was a devastating time for the whole family. My mum started going to hospital every week, then every day, then, she would even stay there some nights. It was also deeply upsetting seeing my mother attached to all different kinds of tubes with fluids running through them. But seeing my dad give her the support she needed cheered me up a bit, and it gave my mum strength and courage which I began to see in her. A year crept past, and I became eight. My mother's condition began to worsen, so she had to travel to Canada for special treatment. My dad would go with her for support and to look after her. My older brother and I would have to stay with my aunt, my mum's sister. The trips to Canada soon became routine, and we were staying at my aunt's house quite often. It was very hard of course, being away from our parents frequently, but we never complained. We both knew how hard it must have been for our parents. But this situation opened my eyes; I began to admire my mum because of her bravery, and my dad also, because of his courage. I realised that my mum saw the courage in my dad as well, because seeing my dad this strong gave her strength too. Another year slowly passed and my mother became worryingly thin. It was painful for all of us, especially my dad. What if he couldn't cope with it? What if the pressure became too much? But he did cope with it, taking care of my mum, doing everything she used to do. It was horrible seeing my mum, my own mum, so weak.
It necessarily wasn't important things, but little things in life that my dad would just help me with when he was around. Without my dad i had to practice baseball on my own, i had to do my homework on my own. Things like that my dad was always there to help me for i had to figure out by myself now. My mom and sibling were to busy with their own problems it was hard for them to help me as well.
Heroes may fall, but they are never forgotten. An epic is an enlightening story with its true purpose to portray a historical person or event. Epics centralize on concepts such as loyalty and valor, which were important to those of medieval times. Epics were not recorded for a long time after they actually occurred. An epic hero is an individual with phenomenal finesse and extraordinary abilities. They represented a culture's highest standards or values. A heroic flaw is usually the triumphant downfall of a hero. Most heroes are depicted to have a heroic flaw which shows their mortality or ephemerality, meaning they do not live forever or just a brief amount of time. Epic Heroes are thrust into greatness upon their birth, but it is up to them to fulfill their destiny.
When I lost my father, I lost my role model for most of the formative years my of life. Without a role model, I could have very easily failed to follow their footsteps into a strong, well rounded individual. However, while lacking a male role model, I was very fortunate to still be in a strong home with my mother. Watching her persevere through those years after losing her husband helped shape me into who I am today.
A typical hero may be described as a superhuman with great, superpowers. Although, my hero can swim, run, and fly, without a cape. Only some hero’s represent courageousness, honor, truthfulness, loyalty, dependability, passion, commitment, dignity, or integrity. My hero does and represents all of them, and will respect all of these traits. A hero is a person who is brave in any conditions. They are proud of what they do and show passion and affection to show it. Hero’s show leadership in any way possible. My hero or admirer are the Marine Corps.
I thought I was independent my entire life. I thought that I did not need anyone in order to get things done or get by. You try to act tough and be brave in order for the people around you to give you respect. You believe that you are bigger than the world, that you are invincible. But then something happens that makes you realize that you are not as tough as you once thought. You realize that the world is full of surprises and one day the floor could just be pulled from under you.
Darkness that’s all I see, I float unknowingly in this darkness. The last vivid thing in my memory is running to get to my college campus from my car, I was extremely happy that I recently got my license to be able to drive anywhere I wanted to. The excitement made me forget about the car speeding towards me, I herd a loud car horn and immediately after, pain rapidly coarse through my entire body. I remembered hearing screams and sirens before I shut my eyes while saying “I hope the next life is more interesting than this one”, with that I breathed my final breath. I eventually woke up here and I have been floating in this sea of darkness like a piece from a shipwreck. My senses seemingly shut off except for my eyes which only can see darkness.
It all started when we were in our Kansas home, mom said by the time we got to Ohio I had to make up my mind. She was talking about if I wanted to drive back to Kansas later that week because my sister had to go to cheer camp or if I wanted to stay in Ohio with my dad. Now see my dad works in the oil and natural gas pipeline industry so he’s always in a new state. He had been working in Ohio for a few months be for we decided to go up there. I dismissed the decision my mom had given me and continued to pack. When I was packing I packed a little more just incase I decided to stay there.
There are many instances in this journey we call life that darkness befalls the heart and soul of the journey man or woman. In those times, a light is needed so that you are able to see the path ahead. When that light comes in the form of a human being, you have a tendency to miss the light. Often after that person has left you , you feel a warmth that never existed before.
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
In 1859 Henry Ward Beecher said, "the mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom." I believe that statement because of experiences I’ve had with my own mother. I have learned more about life from her than from my 15 years of schooling. Over the last 20 years my mother has taught me many valuable lessons just by being a living example of compassion, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel that has protected and carried me throughout life.
You could be in the perfect place at the perfect time to be a hero, but if you do not possess the personality traits of a hero, you won’t take action. If your personality was truly heroic, you could be a hero at anytime and anyplace. Without a doubt, heroes, the result of the personality traits of a hero, are certainly not the result of the time and place of an event.
Everyone has had accomplishments in their life, and behind those accomplishments is someone who has had an impact on their life. My mother is my greatest influence for several reasons. She supports me, and the decisions I make, showed me that success comes from hard work, she inspires me and taught me to always believe in myself.
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had
When one thinks of heroes, names such as Ghandi, Martin Luther King, and Mother Theresa often come to mind. These people had done a lot of favors, courage, helps, and more of things for the people who needed them. They have change the world. But, heroes can be in anyway, even in each of individuals in the world. I have the persons who I think is the best hero in my mind. They are my parents.