In this intoxicating world where people are consumed by disease, hatred, and lust. I had the opportunity to see the world for myself. Monsters wearing human mask, humans trampling over others to get their selfish needs, and the smell of rotting flesh. The world is a chess board and we are the pawns that get used and disposed of in a matter of seconds. In an unforeseen situation, or an unexpected turn of events in the face of those, we face our true self. I am a coward, weak and defenseless. I am the total opposite of my hero, the person I wish to be; my mother. She has influenced me to strive for more and be the person who people look up to. I was taught discipline at a very young age. As the oldest sibling my job was to make my younger siblings miserable so I did. I was an innocent child; every thing I did was an accident.” Accidente mami accidente mami,” I would say, but my mother was not really fond of my reasoning. For some reason I think my fist had a magnet that connected it to my brother or sister’s face. One day after I finished my job my mother grabbed me and sat me in the chair. I was dumbfounded was this punishment? If so, how can a human be so cruel? When I tried to run away my mother would catch me and sit me back in the chair. That day I learned that violence does not solve all of our problems it did not mean that I stopped giving my brother and sister bloody noses, but I learned there are consequences for every action and as the big sister I should be a role model not the initiatory of the whole mess. Role models inspire people and sacrifice themselves for the benefit of the others which is a task I want to be entrusted with. My mother resembles my grandma so much they sacrifice themselves for the well-being of others. It was about a year ago when my mother found out that her mom started going blind. My grandma had not said anything just that she was fine. “Porque no me dijistes algo,” my mother would ask. “You already have a lot on your mind this isn’t something you should worry about,” Grandma would answer. My mother has endured hardships one after the other. My mother has gone through major surgeries due to stress. In one of her surgeries she had her whole uterus removed. My mother could no
Not a Hero is a simple and beautiful World War One poem by Clyde Hamilton which has been read at ANZAC Day ceremonies across Australia. The poem tells a narrative of an ANZAC veteran, or “old digger”, at an ANZAC ceremony telling stories of heroes to a young boy. It effectively uses a simple, yet descriptive and telling vocabulary, as well as using literary devices such as rhyme and alliteration. It’s conservative and structured style demonstrated throughout the poem creates rhythm and makes the poem flow and thus easier to fathom.
You know those time when you think to yourself “How did I arrive on planet Earth?” Your mother, if she could hear your thoughts would respond with “you are here because of me.” After she tells you that, you thank her for all the labor pain she endured during childbirth. My birthday is November 15, 2001. To me, that is a lot of time so far, and over the years I have come to an important realization. That realization is that my mother loves her family more than any material possession in this world. My mutter (aka mother) is remarkable because she endures a lot of challenges in her life, but she always finds a way to vanquish them. From dealing with my father’s ex-wife to dealing with angry customers in the restaurant she manages, my mother
If someone asked me ten years ago why my mother was my hero, I wouldn't have been able to give them a proper response. As I grew older, and as my jolly world made of gum drops and sunshine were fading away, I realized how much my mother had put up with. Dealing with horrid family- crushing problems as a child was never easy for me and I can only imagine what it did to my mother. I watched my mother somehow withstand it every single moment. All I had to ask, was why? Why had she tortured herself by staying with a
When the word heroism is heard, most would picture a strong person who would do anything for the sake of justice or a brave person who is looked up to. Everyone had a favorite hero someone they look up to because of their achievements.Would you believe me if I told you that heros have a mask, no I'm not talking about their physical masks but with a facade of perfection. In reality people who are heroic are self righteous , will do anything to get attention for their good deeds, People who believe they know better, people who when you really get to know them are arrogant and all they want is bragging rights.
This image shows that a hero is someone of great honor; a hero can be anyone as long as they do what is right. A hero is someone with great integrity and will help their fellow man. A hero is someone who saves the day; they are the ones who work to ensure that their life’s work improves the lives of those around them. A hero is the person who sacrifices for the greater good; they sacrifice their lives, money, and time to make for the greater good. They sacrifice themselves to cause the betterment of circumstances for all. My hero is my dad, because of the sacrifices he has made. His influence upon me has developed into a great need to improve the quality of lives around me. My father is an EMT and has spent countless hours, trying to save
My mother throughout my youth and adulthood has taught me how to treat others fairly, but more importantly to try to understand others’ attentions and reasons. My mother shaped my ability of empathy through example. She treats every individual she meets with value and love. An example of her spiritual discernment happened when I was in middle school. My family was in an immense transition moving from Louisiana to Tennessee. Due to financial reasons, my family had to live apart for about a year, my mother in Louisiana and my father in Tennessee. Finally came the day when my mother had the opportunity to move to Tennessee. However, half way to father, in the middle of nowhere Alabama my mother’s car broke down. My mother held strong in the summer heat with two children. Even experience this misfortunate when she was so close to reuniting her family, my mother showed grace and eventually we were back on the highway with the help of AAA. A little while later we passed a van pulled over on the side of the road similar to the situation we experience earlier that day. My mother pulled over and helped the stranded family. When my brother asked why she stopped she said “I wished that someone would had pulled over to help us, I decided to help because no one stop to help us.” It is a simple lesson that I learned that day. She treated the family how she wished to be treated. My mother taught me empathy and reason which
Spiderman, Batman, Superman, Wonder woman are all heroes, or what I thought was a hero. As a little kid, I thought a hero was someone with an incredible superpower that always caught and destroyed the villain. I thought a hero was someone that stopped crime to become the Man or Woman of the world. That turned out to be completely false. These “superheroes” were just fictional characters, made up to keep people entertained but I know that now and have a new definition of a hero.
Watching my mother push through hardships has taught me to set even higher goals for myself. As I grew older, these family traits and values became
I have watched several movies and read a handful of books throughout my sixteen years of life, but I myself have never found a more superior hero in my life than my mom. Maybe heroes are difficult to find, but I found mine when I was born. My mom, Amber Wilder, has done the impossible. While working a full time job, and having four kids my mom has managed to get her masters degree.
What does make a hero a hero? Is it there looks? Alternatively, maybe is it their personality? However, the question is what are those essential qualities that make one a hero? Different people require different heroes to look up to or try to emulate. However, whoever it may be, they all possess certain qualities. My hero is my mother, for the reason that she is selfless, compassion, and courage. That kind of selflessness can often be premeditated, since concentrating on others' needs often winds up helping one accomplish one’s own goals. However, a heroic leader does so without any anticipation of a return. The display and concern show the care one has for others. This can often apparent itself in strong but gentle actions planned to increase the lives of others. Courage and bravery come to mind first when we think of heroism. However, it is difficult to achieve anything truly heroic unless one is up against overwhelming chances. As Nelson Mandela put it, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it." These minor acts of heroism rarely attract any notice. A true hero is always sympathetic, benevolent and shows a great deal of compassion and sympathy to those poorly or in agony. He or she keeps away judgements; that are oriented to the self and embraces an attitude that serves others.
When I first met that short, hyper, blonde, I had no idea how much she would impact people’s lives...including mine. Mallory will forever be one of my best friends, the strongest person I’ve ever known, and my role model. Without her, I never would have learned how truly important life is; and not just our own, everyone around us. I could see it in Mal, that love for everyone she came in contact with. She wanted every single person who met her to leave with a smile, I know I certainly did.
I was born on May 27, 2002. A memory I have as a child is when I was trying to make myself a bowl of cereal and as I was taking the milk out of the fridge, I dropped it and it spilled all over the floor. I had to mop all of it while my mom laughed at me. I’d say I only have one true friend, the rest are acquaintances, but even if she's my friend we don't call each other best friends because that's just not of our nature. This friend’s name is Mildred Muñiz and we've been friends since middle school. An idol of mine would be myself because only I can manage my body with my own mind and control my actions, so the inspiration for doing something is my mind, but of course my motivation is everyone around me. Two of my favorite foods are turkey sandwiches and turkey with mole sauce. As you can see I like a lot of turkey. I don't watch a lot of soccer nor do I play it, but if I had to choose a team it would be Manchester United U.F. My favorite place is outside in general like in the streets, especially in the morning. There's just something so relaxing about it. I also don't listen to a lot Spanish music, if I do they might be songs by boy bands. Anyways my favorite song is idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish, it's really meaningful and powerful especially to people with insecurities. My favorite musician is Sia the one that sings Chandelier. I like her a lot because her voice is unique, raw and strong. Her music not just gibberish like the pop music that is on the radio
Ever heard of heroes who save the day by saving a hundred people from a burning building, or someone who dedicates their time and money by serving the Puerto Rican families affected by hurricane Maria like José Andreas. There are many ordinary people who do ordinary things but impact others significantly. One of those ordinary people whose actions are overlooked is my sister. My hero is my hardworking older sister, Larissa. What makes her my hero is her definition of success.
Everyone in the world needs a hero, someone who they can look up to. Heroes can inspire people, make them feel secure or comfort them. My hero is Shawn Carter, also known as Jay-Z; he inspires me in multiple ways which is why I chose him as my hero. His life story, confidence, passionate music, and talent all inspire me.
My mother radiates authentic kindness. She speaks graciously; and serves others readily with a strong hand. She encourages and edifies those around her. Tenderly she nurtures others and makes amends for their faults. Untainted by selfish desires, she assumes the best about others. The most admirable trait that my mother possesses is that she daily lives out the Biblical concept of “going the extra mile.” Through a lens of mercy and agape love she views the world.