My Hero As A Hero : My Grandfather

Every stair that I took I looked over a different page in the book. I wanted to make sure I knew every word so I could read the story that night. Once I got to my room, my mom was waiting patiently beside the bed for me. I looked down at the book in my hands, it was old, barely hanging on by the thread binding from years of use. Then I breathed in deeply and mumbled “Can I read the story tonight?” I was afraid she couldn’t hear me, but she did because with a smile she nodded her head. Filled with excitement I climbed into my spot on the bed and quickly opened the book. My mom sat next to me and held one side of the big book while her other arm was around my shoulder. Then I begun to read “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,”. My voice squeaked through each page as I tried my best to read the story just as my mom always did. The smooth paper glided under my tiny finger as I traced each sentence to keep my place. The rhythm of my voice was not fluid but

A little star that shone brighter than most was born on the day of April the 28th 1998.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Susana. She was afraid of the dark and the woods. Her school was taking a field trip for three days and the trip was called Atwood. Atwood was like an outdoors and indoors camp. You stayed in dorm rooms in bunkbeds, you had classes, hiked in the woods, built shelters, and did a lot of other fun stuff. Even though she was scared, Susana really wanted to go.“ This isn’t going to be that bad,” she thought. There were workers there and Susana wanted to introduce herself and tell them all about her fears.” Hi I’m Susana and I have fears of the dark and the woods so if you could just help me along the way and make sure I’m protected that would be great.” The workers thought this was really interesting because

At a young age and even today we all have a hero; it can range from a character in movies to video games even into literature. Throughout my life I have never been one to enjoy reading or watching movies, my daily activity was playing video games meaning all the heroes to me where inside a video game. Growing up playing numberless different videos games you get a taste at such a diverse variety of worlds, story line, environments, and even items. That being, I have come to learn about quite a bit of characters and some have really stood out in being extra heroic in their actions or just being cooler than the other; Master Chief (Halo), Mario (Super Mario Bros.), and Link (Legend of Zelda).

The sky was still dark as I got out of my car in front of the school building. The winter morning was silent beyond the crunch of my boots in the snow and the howl of the wind. Immediately after stepping out from the shelter of my car, I was welcomed by the piercing wind, it was relentless. The door was about 30 feet away and had I not been scared of tripping I would’ve run to escape the cold. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and began my way to the front door. The air stung my eyes each time a gust passed, my nose began to run, and although I couldn’t see for myself, I’m sure most of my face had taken on a red color from the biting wind.

Christopher Reeve once said that, “a hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to preserver and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” It appears as though the world is constantly in need of saving. In turn, heroes have always been around to inspire, entertain, and protect people from evil. One society that told of heroes was the Anglo-Saxons. They told of wondrous heroes that accomplished glorious feats reflecting the values of their society. However, as time presses forward societies adapt to the advancement and breakthroughs that come with passing time. With that, the definition and characteristics that describe heroes has evolved over time as well. Analyzing what makes a hero, differences and similarities are present pertaining to the definition of heroes among myself, Hollywood, and the Anglo-Saxons, however, aspect of each definition may be applicable to today’s world.

Going through the motions of clearing away the remnants of the failed luncheon, Casey pondered the events of that afternoon. How did it go so wrong when it had started out so pleasantly? The only thing she knew was that she hadn’t been truthful when Fiona had asked if she had seen anything in the house since moving in. With Ray standing there, she wasn’t able to tell Fiona all that she had experienced. Ray would think she was going mad and want to take her back to Macon to see Dr. Cannon.

Those two weeks came and went, and we were to set out in the morning for the first trip to town. I awoke the next morning at what had to be 6 am, there was no light shining through the dusty cabin window in my bedroom, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and checked my watch, it read 10:30 am stunned and convinced my watch was broken, I slumped my feet to the floor and walked to the window to find a white wall blocking my view, snow had fallen a week early. I left the bedroom and stepped outside of the cabin to find my father. I shielded my eyes as the sun reflected off of a five foot layer of snow that threatened to blind me. My father was bent down at the tires of the old SUV shovel in hand digging furiously, cursing under his breath. The white powder had all but buried everything in sight. I watched the frustration turn to panic on my father’s face; there was no way he was going to dig the car

To begin it all happened in December it was snow falling; freezing cold temperatures, the frigid cold wind was whistling threw the streets. The current day is Friday; every Friday I would go to my grandma’s and I would stay there for the weekend. I stayed with my grandparents on weekends because my mom worked weekends and I also needed someone to babysit me. I would have to

Raelynn didn't know when the demon lord had left, nor did she honestly care for the moment as she gave herself over to the bliss of the magic-infused water; something about the steamy liquid seemed to work healing magic deep into her body, and after only basking and bathing herself for a few minutes, it was as if she was renewed and there was no feeling of aching or soreness in her body any more. In fact, it was magic, and for that, it caught the heroine off guard; a demon with such "good" orientated magic which could bolster her own body like such? It felt wrong to her, someone who had been taught so devoutly to the ways of good and bad from such a young age.

As I walked outside of the YMCA I saw kids having fun building forts and having snowball fights. Mom, Dad, and I walked to “Trusty” my Moms Oldsmobile. When we got into the car my Dad asked, “How do you think you did?” “I think I did great,” I replied as I sat there replaying my game as if it were a movie. The car roared to life and we headed home. I sipped on my purple water bottle and gazed out the window. My city looked as if someone had thrown a white fluffy blanket on it. I remember wondering if I was going to have school on Monday.

A hero can be many different types of people and have many different qualities. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines a hero as a person admired for achievements and noble qualities. Tom Hanks said “A hero is somebody who voluntarily walks into the unknown”. Heroes are strong and courageous, but they can also be quite and work behind the scenes. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “We do not have to become heroes overnight. Just a step at a time, meeting each thing that comes up... discovering we have the strength to stare it down.” Eric Blehm portrays many different heroes in his novel. Some are obvious heroes, but some of them are low key and stay behind the scenes. Throughout the novel Fearless there are many heroes;

That's touching and she should not feel that way she should enjoy her kid life to the fullest, people are going to say what they want to say and she should pay them no mind. I had the chance to a go through a wonderful thing in my life and I would not trade it for anything, I was so proud of my little boy that every time I tell this story it brings tears to my eyes. We have boys out day and that's when me and the boys just go out all day have fun, movies car racing, just fun stuff. This time it was just me, and my youngest and he wanted to go to the movies, I said ask one of your friends if they want to come with us, then you have a buddy to talk to because your brother is not going to here. So he is like dad I'm taking Braden and I'm like who is that and he said the blind kid in my class, I 'm like ok so I guess we not going to the movies then, he is like yeah we going the movies, is alright dad they have this cool stuff in the theater a special ear phones which narrates the whole movie with all the sound effects. To make the long story short Braden is my hero, this kid sense humor is so hilarious he don't let his blindness affect him one bit he leave his life. When we got to the theater everybody was looking at us probably think the same way I did when my son told me he was taking him.

What is a hero? In my view a hero is someone that you admire. You may

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