Personal Narrative: A. K. A Michigan Hero

My Michigan hero is my mom, she is one of my biggest inspirations. She somehow raises five kids, is a school director at her work, working on getting her master's degree, is one of two color guard directors, runs back and forth for all of our sports and extracurriculars, and finally somehow still manages to cook dinner and help with homework. She is and has always been my biggest role model and she is always willing to help out and is an all around good person. She even somehow manages to keep the house clean with five kids and two dogs running around all the time going back a forth through it all. She has always encouraged me to do the things I like and try my best even if I don’t like it. She also has supported me and all my siblings in everything we try. She will come to every

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

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

Have you ever asked yourself, “Have I done enough? Can I give more? Or even what else can I do?” If you answered yes, you could be a hero just like my Michigan hero, Dennis Graeber!Dennis is 65, he is also my Grandpa, he has a mustache, is a average height, and is very hardworking, and determined. He worked on a farm when he was younger. He didn’t go to college but worked for the state for many years, while raising my dad and aunt with the help of his wife. He also volunteers and contributes many hours to his church and the food bank. Dennis Graeber, my Grandpa, taught me that you can never give too much.

" Feel all your worries leave your body, feel the emotions rush through your arms, and out your fingers." Its amazing how my dance instructor makes all of our dances have a meaning, and have all our worries go. She loves the Lord and teaches us about him. She also inspires many girls all over Ludington to be a caring and loving person to all. She lives in the moment and makes dance so much fun! Mrs. Letha is My Michigan Hero.

“ Off to Indiana for Regionals,” Kurt said as he was walking back to the team tent from his outstanding 8k (5 miles) with a new personal record of 26:52. Kurt Swaton is my brother and he is about 5,9 and he is really buff. Kurt is 19 and freshman at Albion College. He runs cross country and now he is the 4th fastest runner on the team. At the start of the season he was 13th and now he is on varsity and going to Regionals. My brother Kurt inspires me because he always tells me, “Never give up and in return, anything can happen.”

My step dad Scott was my Michigan hero because he lifted my family up, played games with us and he was just nice, enjoyable, sometimes strict like dads should be, and of course a loving dad therefore a dad that cared and wanted to be in my family's lives. He helped us move on in our lives, to grow strong. I strongly know why your my Michigan hero and you should know too, because you are my Michigan hero and you always will be. I will never forget you will always be by my side.This is why my step dad Scott is my Michigan

Sometimes I wonder what is a hero, is it a person who can fly and do amazing tricks, or is it a modern day soldier who puts his or her life on the line to protect what they love, or could it be a hard working parent or grandparent that is always willing to do anything thing for the people that they care for. And I always come to the conclusion that a hero can be anything because it is the beholders opinion. My abuelo or grandpa was born in Mexico and moved to the United States of America when he was only twelve. His real name is Zenon Cardenas and his early life was not easy, he moved from place to place with his parents on their tremendously low income and sometimes they barely had enough money to get food. Later, he was old enough to get a job in which he chose to be a construction worker, and that is where he learned how to make buildings. After awhile, he eventually settled down in Ionia, Michigan and built the house where him and my abuela or grandma currently lives now. That is the spot that he had my mom and her six siblings.

My personal michigan hero would be my mom because she has always been here for me, through the think, and even the thin. I was adopted when I was 4 months old. She found out that she couldn’t carry a baby because of her severe scoliosis. So she waited for a long time to bring home her little bundle of joy. Even though I am adopted, we both have a lot of things in common. For instance, we have the same allergic reaction to mangos, we are both 4 foot 11 ½ inches and, we have the same golden brown hair.

Who's your Michigan hero? My Michigan hero is my favorite person in the world, my best friend , Jaytion Wallace . Jaytion is slightly taller than me, so she would be about 5.2. She has brown eyes, dark brown hair and caramel skin. People say we look alike but Jaytion and I don’t see it. When people say that it’s funny , because Jaytion and I consider ourselves as sisters. Jaytion and I haven’t known each other for a long time, but it feels like i’ve known her my whole entire life. The couple years i’ve known Jaytion, I noticed that i’ve gotten better at school, and i’ve done things I wouldn’t have done before I met her.My best friend ,Jaytion Wallace has a positive impact on my life.

June 16, 2008, my little brother was born. At the age of four I was the most infuriated young child in existence. I didn't want a sibling, I wanted to be the only child my parents cared for, I wanted to be the best. I didn't understand why I wasn't good enough for my parents why they needed another child. It's typical that siblings don't like each other. And you may be thinking Xaine and I are some miraculous exception. No human is perfect, not even heroes. Heroes aren't people who make everything perfect, they're people who make life a little bit more enjoyable for someone or many. My Michigan hero Xaine is nine and has a easygoing happy attitude towards everything that I admire very much along with his kindness, trustworthiness, and acceptance.

When you think of someone who would be a hero from your state, you would probably come up with a person who was an astronaut, sports player, an actor or somebody who has saved many lives. It may come to you as a shock when I tell you my personal Michigan hero is my older brother Jacob. Jacob is only 2 years older than me, but has gone through so much. He was diagnosed with Autism when he was two years old. He didn’t talk until he was 5 years old and has struggled and worked so hard to get where he is at today. Kids with autism are all different, but my brother Jacob is definitely one of a kind. He has a hard time saying the words he wants to say and at the same time loves talking. He is a Special Olympics athlete

A blind man walks into a bar… and a table, and a chair. My step-brother Camden has taught me to be fearless in my life. He has decided to be in the military in the future. Camden is good with puns. He lets me play shooter games with him.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Alayne Karola Voss, she was a loving mother a dedicated worker and a woman who spent her life helping others.” The crowd was silent as the child of the deceased stood in the sand surrounded by loved ones. Many people came to pay tribute to the woman they adored, her body now severed from her soul and turned to ash. “My mother as all of you know a would not want today to be a day of tears and longing but rather a day of remembrance and joy. A day to gather and think of all the times you shared with her, good and bad.” A few small smiles spread throughout the blanket of black, as the waves washed up on the shore the woman dearly loved.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!” The school bell rings. Peter and I were playing football at recess when we heard the bell. We quickly rushed up the stairs to get to class. I was so happy to see back Peter in school after his sick leave. He looked happy and his attitude shone brighter than the sun. Even after what had happened to him about a month ago…