HEROES DON’T ALWAYS HAVE CAPES Some people don’t believe in heroes but they haven’t meet my mom. My hero is obviously going to be my mom, Rebecca Jones. Many people might say my mom is their hero, and I could understand why, if they do. I understand a lot of mothers do a lot for their children, but I am sure my mom does a lot more than most mothers. My mother gets no help from my father, my brother, or I. Last month mom asked my dad for just 20 dollars to get some groceries, and she was going to pay for the rest of it, and when mom goes to the groceries she at least gets 50 dollars of stuff. Well they got in a huge argument and it wasn’t like my father didn’t have the money, I mean he make like three hundred fifty dollars a day (when I was a little girl my brother Isaac cried all the time because, you see my father has anger issues and when he gets mad he wants everybody mad, so when they argued Isaac cried). When mom and dad get in arguments about money he all way says “You have money, …show more content…
My mom, as I am writing, has to pay for the fair that is coming up and groceries, and she only has 60 dollars, but my grandmamma is going to help her, but it should be my dad not her. I thank my mother for everything she does and goes through, even though I don’t show her that I thank her very often.one time my mom put a flier on our refrigerator about how we would starve to death and live in a hoarder house if it wasn’t for her. Everyone got a big laugh out of it, but it’s true. I try to help my mom around the house but I get distracted very easily so when I start cleaning I never finish. My mom thinks it’s a woman’s job to do stuff around the house and pay for everything. My dad is so bad at doing things around the house she has about left him. I love my dad but my mom is the best person I
My mom was recently going through a financial struggle. Her and her husband were going through a rough patch in their marriage, so they took a break. She was living alone and unemployed. I felt like I had a responsibility to help out since I'm the oldest child, but there wasn’t much I
My hero is Vesta Colvin, also known as my Mom. She is my chosen hero because she didn't just make sacrifices for me, she's made them for virtually our whole family. My mother is the youngest of two, but due to certain circumstances she had to relinquish that role. Her role as the youngest had to be relinquished because my aunt decided to start having kids at about 14 years old and that forced her to grow up faster than she should’ve
As we grow up throughout life, we hold onto many heroes as they have impacted our life. Looking into my personal life, my hero consists of my mother, Darla Linden. She defined a hero as “a person stepping up in a situation without thinking they also are in harm 's way”(Linden, Darla). Throughout my lifetime my mom has been there for me since day one and has helped nurtured me.. She sacrifices many things for myself and for my family by providing us with our daily needs. I can always count on her to point me in the right direction by pursuing my dreams and wishes. I admire her caring heart and faithfulness the most because she would drop anything instantly to help someone else in need. She supports me in all of my extra curricular activities and motivates myself to bring out my full potential. I get inspired by her courageous character by never backing down to a challenge and always finishing through. When I asked my mom who she picked as her hero she said, “the service men and women of all branches who fight for our country”(Linden, Darla). They provide us with safety by sacrificing
My mom is my hero because she works hard for her family. my mom will go out of her way to get us stuff. she gets us whatever we want and need even if it's hard to get it. my mom is a hard working lady. she always works to get us the stuff we need. and to support our family. clearly my mom is my hero because she works
My mom helps me with everything. School, pays for my cell phone and car because I go to school. She sets up my doctors’ appointments. She tells me what I do and don’t need. She helps me define myself as a women so I can have kids one day, be a great mother like she is, raise a family, have a nice home, get a job. She helps me with all of these things along with two others, my older brother and my younger sister. My older brother had a full ride to go play football at a college and instead of taking the ACT he went and partied it up the night before and lost his chance of playing. He just had a baby and was living with my parents not too long ago and he’s 22. My mom does her very best everyday to help us all out. She doesn’t have to worry very hard with my sister. She’s a sophomore in college and has never made a B in her life. She’s already getting letters from big schools to go there. My mom is very proud of her as I am too. I’ve put my mom through so much along with my brother. For example, it’s my third semester in college and I’m at my third school. I just wasn’t built with my sister’s brains. I’m here, in college, for my mom. She always says, “Please go do big things. Don’t quit like your father and I did when it came to
A hero is someone you look up to. Who’s your hero? Who do you look up to? “I love my hero to Neptune and back!” My hero, Tasha Young, came from a poor family, works hard and survived cancer. My hero is the oldest of five kids, she didn’t graduate high school and she was a single parent. My mom, Tasha Young, is my hero.
Mothers are heroes since they are selfless. Mothers show selflessness when they give up so much of their time to care for their families. Mothers also show selflessness when they give up so much of their time to care for others that may not
She works a 8-10 shift, comes home to a family of 5, and always teaches us good lessons. She has raised us and Will continue to do So "You held to get good grades, don't get Played by boys, and always help others even it they did wrong. And never keep hate in your heart." words I've grown up with. those are the words of my mother. Coming home tired every day was her, but I never seemed to care. My mom, 45, is a thin yet Strong-willed woman. whenever she returns home from a long clay of work, she always asks for Massages And I ALWAYS complain. "Ugh, Why do I have to do this?" Or "What do I get in return?" Were my answers. Looking back at it I regret it when I was the one to complain and not my mom. I'm the one who sits at home all day and does
In today’s society, not every hero wears a cape, and many of them go unnoticed. However, they are the ones who can easily go through life without any recognition, silent or spoken. I believe they are the true heroes and every one of them deserve to be appreciated, even the ones who you have to dig deep to find the heroics inside.
The person who I consider to be a hero is my mom, FBI Special Agent Jill Stillman. She is more than a typical mom because she protects and serves our country everyday, but first makes sure to be up at 6:00am to wake me and my brother up so we can dress, eat breakfast and get to the bus stop. She always puts us first before herself along with my two dogs and cat and then she gets ready for work. I consider her a hero because after the 9/11 attacks, she helped capture and eliminate Osama Bin Laden. She has investigated criminal and counterterrorism cases and early in her career, she found evidence against the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing subject Tim McVey to send him to prison. She has been a Special Agent for 25 years and volunteered to go
My mum, Shawn Meyer, is my hero! The reason she is my hero is because of all the reasons I just put into the paragraphs above. She fought in Iraq for eighteen months. She is very encouraging to just about everybody she meets or has to work with. She will support everybody in a smart way, like Donald Trump, she doesn't like him, but she likes very few of his ideas. She loves to be alive at this time treasuring every day with a positive can-do
A hero, a hero is someone or something that tries to be funny and is loving and caring. My Mom, Sara Lundberg is a mother, a wife, a hard worker, and most of all my hero. Sara Lundberg has has dark brown eyes that are the opposite of her personality loving, caring and nice. She is my Michigan hero.
Being two parents at the same time to two growing boys, twenty-four hours a day isn’t a walk in the park. “Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love what you are doing or learning to do” One of my favorite quotes by the soccer player Pele. I purposely bolded the words sacrifice and love because my mother had to sacrifice so much to keep my brother and I afloat. I didn’t realize the hardships my mom was going through until I got a bit older. She was struggling in what seemed like every aspect of life and she’d never take it out on my brother and I. She always put us first, she would come to every parent teacher conference and to every soccer game. Even if it meant she had to work late other days to be able to attend these events. In my eyes a soccer game and a parent teacher conference seemed so trivial. Why go to those type of events when you could be catching up on sleep? Because her kids are her number one. When I first moved to North Central, I was happy to be free of my mom and to finally be able to be my own person. At first, it was great being able to do whatever I wanted without my mom lurking over me to tell me what to do. But about a week into preseason I noticed that I was making my bed everyday, cleaning up after myself. My mom always exceeded those things of me and I never actually did them at home. I felt like she was nagging me, but now I realize that her intentions were for my best. My respect for my mother and any other woman who works as hard or harder than she does is unparalleled. I know it may seem like I ranted about my mom a lot but I really wanted to give you a taste of how passionate I am about what she taught
We all have our heros. For some it may be a superhero like batman, or a special person in there life. For me it is special person. Someone who has helped me time and time and has been there for me. This person’s name is Grace Snyder-Hansen. She is my hero because she is has great character qualities.
My father left us when he found out how much money his three-year-old daughter was costing him between surgeries, physical therapy, and weekly examinations. That left my mother with the burden of taking care me. She went to work, did all the housework, and never once scowled, or caused anyone any trouble and was kind to everyone. However my aunt always hounded her for money and made excuses about why she was in need. My mother financially supported her, doing part-time