My Michigan Hero

My Michigan Hero is my one and only brother Tyler Shellenberger. He inspires me because he’s independent, hard working, and caring. He inspires me to be the best I can be everyday. Some superheroes have to get bit by spiders or get put in machines to get powers, but my brothers superpowers come naturally and that’s why my brothers my Michigan

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

My Michigan hero is one of my friend’s dads. I have many of reasons why he is my Michigan hero, but one big reason is because he saved my life.

My mum, Shawn Meyer, is my hero! The reason she is my hero is because of all the reasons I just put into the paragraphs above. She fought in Iraq for eighteen months. She is very encouraging to just about everybody she meets or has to work with. She will support everybody in a smart way, like Donald Trump, she doesn't like him, but she likes very few of his ideas. She loves to be alive at this time treasuring every day with a positive can-do

My personal Michigan hero is my Grandma. This is because she was always there, and every week she was able to show up. But that came to a quick ending when she got sick. She got diagnosed with breast cancer, and she went through nearly a year of painful suffering, and had to stop coming over, instead myself, my mother, and my sister all visited grandma all the time, checking up on her and helping the nurse to try and treat her. When she got surgery, I wasn't there, I was at my dads, but I knew she would be alright. Almost as if it were magic, she survived against the odds, and I believe she would have survived anyway, no matter how unlikely it was.

When I was in India, I was raised by my aunt. We had a messy household with hyperactive children and lots of noise. My siblings and I fought often, as siblings do, and there were plenty of problems for my aunt to mediate to. She was always kind and patient, never raising her voice or getting upset. She was consistently a voice of reason when things were out of control, like a mountain in the middle of a hurricane.

Inside the place we call home, surrounded by the 5 Great Lakes is the state I love called Michigan, and inside that state is my Michigan hero. My Michigan hero is my amazing dad. I admire my dad for everything he does. He is a wonderful person who is very kind and works hard.

She would be the first person you want to go to when you needed help, you were confused or lost, or if you just wanted to talk. She was there for everybody. She worked tirelessly to help the people she cared about, taking in and housing so many, putting all her efforts into raising so many that weren’t even her own children, but she treated them as such. I was one of many “adopted” children, and because I was growing up without my mom at the time, my auntie took over that role. There were times where we butted heads and disagreed, but no matter what was going on, my success was the most important thing on her mind. Even when I was suffering from severe depression and didn’t care about my own future, she made my education her top priority, doing everything in her power to ensure I prosper. Having such a helping heart often made things difficult for her, but she was never

My aunt was the one that provided me support,advice, and wisdom to me when times of difficulty. In the tenth grade, I thought of joining the Marine Corps. I wanted to join that branch, because I thought I wasn't good enough to go to college. I didn't have hope and faith to myself. My aunt told me that college isn't for smart people, its for the people who are dedicated to work hard and try their best. She told me that why would I give up on so much at the young age and leaving to go fight in a war, where young boys should not go fight at their age and not seeing their mothers one day, "War is not the answer, the world may not be perfect,but it is up to you to do something about it, Teddie." This touched my heart and started to tear me up.

My older auntie was the most beautiful woman inside out. She raised my mother, up to sending her to nursing school. Since I didn't

My hero is my youth pastor Steve Pettis because he is the reason my life is going the way it is. Pastor Steve came to first assembly of God right after the christmas of 2016. We did not have a youth group or children's church but we did have sunday morning services and wednesday night services also. Around the month of February grace fellowship was not able to keep their church running so pastor Steve told them they could come and set up their youth group and become a part of the church. The youth group pastor of grace fellowship ( caleb flowers) made a youth group and it changed my life. I became more connected with God and starting loving myself more. It gave me confidence to get through the school week and really become a better person.

We all have heroes, some are fictional like Superman, Batman, or Abraham Lincoln. My hero is, my dad. Ever since I was born, I have lived mainly with my dad. When I was a kid, me and my dad lived in Florida. On the weekends we would go out boating. Crystal clear water all around, the smell of the sea filling your nose, the not as pleasant taste of salt water in your mouth. Going out on the ocean was the best part of being there. When we moved we lost all that. We went to Greybull, Wyoming, a small town where my father grew up. I made a few friends and we all had lots of fun together. My dad was usually working, fixing the house or out on a job. Most of the time he took me with him and I helped out. During the winter we would go out to the

When asked to tell about my hero the first person, or in my case persons that came to mind were my parents. My parents had a raised their family, even had two grandchildren, but that was not enough for them, they adopted my sister and I and started all over again.

From the very first day of my life, my aunt or as I like to call her, Tati, had already been more involved into my wellbeing than anyone else. Of course my mom was present, and loved and adored her daughter like any mother would, but Tati went the extra mile. She took up the father role in my life, but also the mother role and the big sister role. Some even say I could be her daughter because of how alike we ended up acting due to all the time spent together.

Growing up, I lived with her throughout my childhood an she would talk about having faith in the Lord and how God's unconditional love would always be with me. She was a very strict and loving woman of God an when she spoke on these topics, I knew just how important they were, not just because of what she was saying but because of