My Grandfather Is A Hero

When I think of a hero, I think of someone who is brave, strong, hardworking, trustworthy, and unselfish. Someone who can protect you and make life better; my dad has all of those qualities. My dad was raised by my grandma and had a very different life growing up compared to mine. He grew up where his brother now lives, outside of Brooks Oregon. He really liked riding 4-wheelers, motorcycles and skateboards when he was my age. He also really enjoyed drawing and learning. He graduated from McNary High School. After high school he went to college where he then had to drop out because of money reasons. Later on he went to college again and graduated with a degree in computers and engineering after I was born. Right after college he started working at Intel Corporation. After about 4 years he got a job at Lam Research where he works on wafers and chips for computers and

Anyone who influences anyone else by saving or helping save his or her lives can be a hero. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. changed the lives of millions of people by bringing justice to minorities. Mahatma Gandhi, one of the greatest heroes, led a nonviolent revolution to free his country. Even a parent can be a hero to his or her child by leading them in the right direction. All teachers are heroes when they make it their job to teach a child anything that will help them in life. You don’t have to go to great lengths by risking your life to make a difference in someone else’s life.

My hero has made a huge impact on my life. They have always been there for me and supported my decisions. Whether it was a good or bad decision, I had always learned from it. When things got rough they always made sure we were happy and kept a smile on our face. One of these people were very sick but always managed to make sure we were okay. While the other one is taking care of us the best that they can he has many health issues as well. These people are my parents.

During his 48 hour shifts we would go down there to cook dinner, to watch tv, to get homework help and other things. It was a lot different than what the dynamic was in most of my friends households. Their parents would work 9-5 jobs, and both their parents would be home for dinner and would be able to spend time with them after school. In my case it was different, my father wouldn’t be home for 48 hours straight, so if I needed help on homework or to ask him about sports or anything I would have to go to him. Another thing that was vastly different was that there was always looming possibility that my father could leave in the middle of anything. Most of the time it was during dinner, or some non-important event. However, there was one event which has stuck with me about growing up in a First Responder Family. It was my senior year parents night for my high school basketball team and right as my name was called to walk with my parents, my father got a call and had to leave. Up until that point I had known that things were always different in our family setting because my father’s commitment to his job, but up until that point he had never missed an important event like

I can remember quite decently it was a warm summer day and I was sitting in my grandpa’s recliner watching cartoons. I always sat in that chair mainly because everything else smelled like fresh smoke consequently, this was due to the fact my grandmother has been smoking a pack a day for about seventy-five years. Graciously, my mom had already left with my brother and sister as well as my grandma. My grandpa, “Chuck” as my grandma always called him; was not a morning person. By the time he was up it was already lunchtime, although that never seemed to bother him. When I was younger, I always noticed him go to the basement. He would be down there for several hours at a time, which would make me very curious. Finally, my curiosity caught up with me, and this time I followed him down. Now Chuck was a very quiet man and he did not say much. If he did, it was probably something about politics or life itself. When I was down in the basement, I sat on a stool right beside him at his desk. I quickly noticed his organization process, which was to make sure nothing fell

Have you ever asked yourself, “Have I done enough? Can I give more? Or even what else can I do?” If you answered yes, you could be a hero just like my Michigan hero, Dennis Graeber!Dennis is 65, he is also my Grandpa, he has a mustache, is a average height, and is very hardworking, and determined. He worked on a farm when he was younger. He didn’t go to college but worked for the state for many years, while raising my dad and aunt with the help of his wife. He also volunteers and contributes many hours to his church and the food bank. Dennis Graeber, my Grandpa, taught me that you can never give too much.

My Michigan hero is not just a hero but is my grandma, she was always there for me through my ups and downs. Every day after school are used to go to her house, she would have Mack and cheese waiting for me on a little SpongeBob plate in front of the TV with SpongeBob on the TV. She was like my other half whenever I needed her the most she was there. She used to go shopping with me and my mom all the time and take us out for lunch. I alway imagined her being there with me all my life but that all changed. Just a couple years ago she had passed away and that was the hardest day of my life. I remember not wanting to go to her funeral because I couldn't stand seeing all the memories and pictures of us together. When I first walked into the room I just

Sometimes I wonder what is a hero, is it a person who can fly and do amazing tricks, or is it a modern day soldier who puts his or her life on the line to protect what they love, or could it be a hard working parent or grandparent that is always willing to do anything thing for the people that they care for. And I always come to the conclusion that a hero can be anything because it is the beholders opinion. My abuelo or grandpa was born in Mexico and moved to the United States of America when he was only twelve. His real name is Zenon Cardenas and his early life was not easy, he moved from place to place with his parents on their tremendously low income and sometimes they barely had enough money to get food. Later, he was old enough to get a job in which he chose to be a construction worker, and that is where he learned how to make buildings. After awhile, he eventually settled down in Ionia, Michigan and built the house where him and my abuela or grandma currently lives now. That is the spot that he had my mom and her six siblings.

One of the main reasons my mum Shawn Meyer is a hero is because she fought in Iraq. She got shipped out there away to Iraq when I was only five years old. She left for eighteen months because of the war, although she was in the navy she was on land and part of intelligence. The navy often used her as a spy because she used to be very tan. My mum only got three visits to come back to America for a week at a time. She was also able to survive a poisonous spider bite overseas.

Veterans are our American heroes because they made it their responsibility to protect the United States and risked their lives for our country to give us this freedom and wealth. The stress combined with having to leave their families for such a long time can leave a huge impact on them that they have to fight through. Without these devoted people, the America that we know and believe in today would not be present.

One person’s hero might seem just like another ordinary person to another. My father might not be world famous but to me he’s just as much much a hero to me then any one of those people. Everyday he works; to make sure that I have an opportunity to succeed in life, have a happy life, and be able to grow as a person.

My Michigan hero is my grandpa.he has lived in Michigan for 60years and plans to keep living here. My grandpa is a very nice kind of person. He is also caring of everybody he knows. He is funny all the time makes me and my brother and sister laugh. Next he tells me I can build anything I put my mind to. Next he is very helpful with everything I build. He has helped me make birdhouse,animals banks and a gun cabinet. The main thing is the gun cabinet because he helped me plan it out and helped build it. Next he helped me pick out a stain color and helped with whatever he could to help finish it. These are just a few reasons why my grandpa is my Michigan hero.

When the word "hero" is spoken, everyone has different thoughts. Some will think of super powers like flying and saving people from villains; while others have a certain person they know or have heard of that come to mind who have done something to make a difference in the lives of others but who is a hero to you? To answer this question you must first ask yourself what a hero is; what comes to your mind when someone says the word. When I am confronted with these questions I always have the same thoughts; smart, strong will power, and someone who stands up for what they believe is right.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.

Heroes; something we all aspire to be, but easily recognize in others. Wait, how do we define what makes a hero, a hero? A hero is one who is kind, courageous, smart, determined and selfless. They often do what is better for the greater good and not themselves. This is seen in both Greek and Modern heroes, whether it is cutting off Medusa’s head or defeating the Riddler, they show these qualities in one way or another. We also see these qualities in parents, true everyday heroes. While they may not have super strength or the ability to fly, parents are the ultimate heroes in our lives, for they love for us without judgement and will always be there when we need them most. My father, William Romero, is a hero since it takes a true hero to