My Hero Story

Why would you get something like that? Never mind it is pretty cool. Even though its like 100 feet tall!!! I thought you guys were just going to the store and you came back with a mosterice truck! Is that what took you 5 hours? You are the best step dad ever! This is my step dad troy but his real name is adam but he doesn't like that name. That is why we call him troy. He is always getting stuff for him hos self or one of us. When he buys the stuff he doesn't tell so it is always a surprise.

Good morning brother and sister, I pray all is well with each of you as we continue this series on the children of Israel... we hope if the spirit allows us to end this series this week... When God give you instruction to do something, don’t be greedy, don’t ask tons of questions, and most of all don’t be too lazy and don’t do it...

On August 3rd, 900, my parents found out they were having a child. They prepared for a

Who Am I? I'm Malik Shaw, I've just recently in the past year made Jesus Christ my lord and savior. I can admit that it has been hard staying on the right track, but everyday I've been seeing him relay messages that help me in my daily walk in life through other people. Even though life has been hard for me I'm very fortunate. I realized in my time at Richmond Christian that a fall can humble you, but you will only change when you actually sit down, watch and totally understand that God has made a way for you. I can say that I was suppose to have been down and out for the count, but God held me up. When the devil threw his firsest punches at me. I was one day sitting in my room and a song that my favorite guitar player, pastor Johnathan dubose jr, was playing at an event and the words of the song said" I don’t believe he brought me this to leave me, nobody told me this road would be easy and I don’t believe he brought me this far

I am utterly terrified. I am alone. I feel lost. If you want me to let you in, here it is. I'm terrified you are going to leave me. I'm scared one day you're just gonna leave me on read for days on end, and then ignore my texts, side my calls and no longer be there for me. I'm scared Spencer is going to leave me just like Alea did. I'm scared he will realise how utterly broken on the inside I am. Who wants the anorexic girl? Who can love someone who can't even love herself? I have no mirrors in my room for a reason. When I do my makeup, I rush it just so I don't have to look at my ugly face. But I'm a great actor, aren't I? I can fake it. I can fake my confidence so much that I will believe myself, up until I spot my reflection. That is the

I got surprised to see that there were several explorers in history. I was going to pass up on Columbus, Lewis & Clark, Coronado, De Soto, Jacques, Samuel Champlain, John Cabot, John Fremont and Jedediah Smith. My name is Jedediah Smith, and I am what is known as a Mountain Man. My greatest accomplishment was finding the Great Salt Lake., and found a route from there to Los Angeles in California. I traversed all of the Rockies, across the deserts to California, and back. I used to be held in San Diego on suspicion of being a spy. I traversed the Mojave Desert, and was attacked by Indians losing several men. Was my traveling important? Yes, because without me, there would have been a lot more dead travelers than there were in the end. I

October 23rd, 2002, a very dreadful day for my family… my day of birth. Maybe it was wonderful, but I’ll never know the truth. My dad will not actually tell me what he was thinking in that moment, and I will never hear my mom talk about that day, or any day, or actually anything ever again. I’ll get to the death of my mom later. As I came home from the hospital I have no memory of that, but my earliest memory is around the age of six. Six years old, and sitting on a bar stool. I’d sit, sip a Sprite, munch on some crackers while my dad got shit faced drunk. I remember the small room. Smells of smoke and alcohol fill my nostrils. I sat on a bar stool so long that my butt print was engraved in it, kind of like the fat guy that I used to talk to. He was up

No horizon could find my skeleton, No search could recover my body My bones sit here, all covered in dust As who I once was is rotting Spiders have left their webs in my cage, I'm always trapped in my own mind.

As we stepped off the plane, there was an immediate rush of warm air when we took the stairs down to the tarmack. After the five hour plane ride in the cold, small plane, it felt nice to stretch out in the sun. We walked off of the tarmack onto the sidewalk that led to the parking garage and were immediately greeted by a kind man. He welcomed us to his country and directed us towards the correct direction. As we left him behind, he shouted “pura vida” to us. This was the first time I ever heard this phrase and I had no idea what it meant.

My father was a photographer back in Vietnam and also he had a love for computers. My father fascination with technology became what is my passion today. Ever since i was a child, as far back as my memory can go, i have always been surrounded by technology. Even though we had lived in a third world country and our technology was not advanced as other countries, I was still fascinated by how these machines works. Moving to The United States of America had a bigger impact on my passion than ever before. America is a first world country with all the new technology, in Vietnam, we still had big box TV, landline phone, motorcycles, big computers and more, and that all have changed in America, where everything is smaller and more compact, such as

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

When we were on the bus again we passed by an asteroid that had animals like a unicorn, griffin, and even more creatures. When they got to the planet Ceres, the planet in the asteroid belt, there was blood everywhere, bodies on the floor and fights of civilian and the guards. When they landed on the planet, fights were starting and civilians on the ground. When they got on the planet, guards were killing were on the bus.

With every march, every mile, every step I feel freedom approaching. Although I may look like a pair of dilapidated flats, my ardent nature flows through my threading. The countless grains of sand have scratched at my bottom, wearing me thin. My excessive usage helps me conform to each callus and provide the ultimate comfort of belonging with the foot of Sarojini Naidu. Even with my extraordinary fondness of her, I am tiring of all this trekking we have been doing. Relieving India of Britain’s taxation is an exemplary justification as to why I have covered over 240 miles, but my heel hurts. I fear that soon I will be of no use in protecting her sole. Still, I persevere onward with her steady pace.

A hero comes in many different shapes and sizes and the lessons learned from the experience is one to never forget. Sometimes a hero is needed to save others, and sometimes you have to be your own hero and save yourself. This is my journey and how I needed to change myself.