David Laetzch Hero

Who is your hero? If that question was asked to a group of people, some might think of loved ones or family, and some may talk about doctors, firemen, or even a teacher. However, most would probably say their hero was some celebrity or star athlete. While some celebrities and athletes can justifiably be labeled "heroes", there are some people who may appear to be heroic, but lead a completely different life off the field.

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

You don’t have to have super powers to be a hero. Someone who is a hero is someone who is admired for their courage, achievements, and noble qualities. My dad is my hero in many ways. He is my hero because he is always there for me when I need him, he always challenges me, and he puts family first.

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.

The person i consider to be the most inspiring and heroic is my dad Dr.Maurice Landers.Ther reason i consider him a hero is because he has made a big impact on mine and and others lives.He grew up in a small town of Mississippi called Port Gibson, there wasn't much there and he grew up in still accomplish his dreams.He exceeded his dreams, he went through college and almost failed the class that his job is mainly based but turned it all around on what he kept going and now we live in a beautiful house because he kept going.This is just one reason why he is a hero.

My greatest and by far most kind, loving, empathetic, and influential hero is my loving Father, Randy Day. The reason I think of him in such a way is because he teaches some of the most valuable morals and life lessons to not only myself but to others by setting an example. Every day he goes around doing the best he possibly can while teaching others to do the same. It is because of his teachings that I am the person that I am today. I interviewed and i asked my hero of how he inspires and over all influences others and he stated that he taught through example and by showing his values and morals in life.

The reason that my dad is one of my heroes is because he's done a lot of things to save, and improve my life.When I was little, my mom thought I was choking on a penny. My dad drove home and to the hospital so fast that he lost a cop on the way. Although it might sound like he's not a hero because of this one reason, if he didn't hurry I might not be here today. He also worked a unhealthy and dangerous job back when we lived in Washington. His motivation was to make sure that our family had what we needed and wanted. Providing for my family was at the top of his priorities. My mom said, “He worked on ladders 3 stories high while breathing in bad fumes from paint and stain. By the end of the day he was usually passed out on the couch by 7.” When he wasn't working, he was usually either doing stuff with me like passing a football around, playing around in the backyard, or riding four wheelers. He even did cub scouts with me even though it wasn’t what he really wanted to do when he got off work. Not only did my dad save my life, but he also helped shape me into who I am today with the help of my

A hero can be at the burning house physically helping put out the fire, down the street putting their life on the line to catch the convict, or in the closest church spreading the word of their religion and how it has affect their life. Everywhere you go you can always find a hero nearby. The one that is like family to me that I consider a hero is my elementary teacher. She is there for anyone at any time. Starting at a young age, she was not always the best or brightest person around. She has told stories of the things that she has done and the trouble that she and her friends use to cause. In her late teens she decided this would not be the type of person that she wanted to be and decided to change the way that she was behaving. She started going to church and found programs that helped her change her way. After a while she started to reach out to her old friends and eventually got a few of them to change with her. After a while of this she decided she needed to help more people and more families and not just the friends and family that she knows best. She started to go to college and became a teacher that way every year she could help out at least another twenty kids and their families. For the past 48 years she has continuously helped out these families year after year. She has also reached out even farther and has helped children out by being a foster parent. Almost every year she would be given a child or two and has had to raise the kid for the year until someone was able to properly give them a home. Many of these children had mental problems from being switched in and out of homes and once she got them she was able to fully understand them and help them out tremendously, then after a couple months they were able to find a permanent home where she would send them and then get her next child. Time after time this was done and she has help more than a dozen children get through this and at the

There are many moments that I have shared with my father that make him a hero. For example, one time I remember the summer before 7th grade when I went fishing with him. I have never enjoyed putting a worm on the hook while fishing (which is why I don't fish a lot) because I feel bad putting a hook through the worm, but on the rare occasions when I do go fishing, my dad puts the worm on the hook for me. I have always appreciated him doing this because he helps me with something I need help with like a hero would do.

within crowds of people and unnoticed. Everyone has their own personal hero in their life, and they may be famous or they may be just everyday people you see on the street. For me, my personal hero is my dad for numerous reasons. His amiable attitude, his altruistic ways, and his positive approach to challenges makes my dad my personal hero.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

Have you ever known a hero? Well I have, he has had a big influence on my life. He was my papaw Tommy. He was one of the bravest men I have ever known. To begin his dad went to WW1. So since he was the oldest he had to help with the family's money troubles. He had to quit school in 1st grade. He never learned to read or write. He was only seven when he went to work in a rock quarry.

According to the Merriam-Webster, the word ‘hero’ is defined as “A person who is admired for great or brave acts or fine qualities” or “A person who is greatly admired”. When I read the definitions, the two people that seemed to pop up in my head were my Mother and Father. They may not be the type of hero Batman is or maybe even Ulysses, but they’re their own kind of hero. They’re MY heroes. They may not have superpowers or save the world from villains as your typical ‘hero’ would but instead have helped and supported me my whole life through thick and thin, which is more important to me than anything else.

As a child, a hero to me was someone with superpowers; such as Superman, the Flash, and more. Later I learned that heroes do not always need to be someone who has extraordinary features. Heros don’t need to have to have high importance in society or have a classic sandwich named after them in the local pub. A hero just needs to be someone who cares about your happiness and loves you for being yourself. Someone who is always ready to face challenges and such. Someone who is willing to put a hundred percent effort into protecting you from pain. They will stop at nothing to provide you with the security of safety; and will share with you the knowledge required for survival.

The idea of a hero is very prominent in today’s society. At the start of a person’s life, a hero is a grown man wearing tights who flies around saving helpless citizens from evil scientists. As we age, however, the definition of what a true hero is will change. A police officer charging headfirst into a hostage situation is undoubtable a hero, but a father who works eighty hours a week, so his children can have a brighter future, and still makes time to be there for all of their important moments is just as heroic. After my superhero phase, I had a fairly common hero for young boys, the men and women of the United States military. With over one million men and women serving in the United States armed forces, this may be the largest group of heroes in the world. These men and women devote their lives to maintaining the freedoms that we enjoy each and every day. While many serve, and then return to their families, far too many never make the journey home. Standing for bravery and strength, the men and women of the United States armed forces were, and still are, my heroes. With the dream of carrying on the great tradition of service to my country, I planned to join the army after college. I longed to be the person that people looked up to and appreciated for keeping them safe. The plan was to become a commissioned officer leading a team of infantrymen with bravery and determination. Reality, however, reared its ugly head in the form of a pair of thick glasses. My dream was