Personal Narrative: My Michigan Hero

My personal Michigan hero is a loving mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, and daughter. Her family is everything to her, and she has shown them to live life to the fullest, to follow God, and to be a role model. Moreover, hard work has never defeated her, and she has shown courage in all that she does. Not to mention, the love between us is like a sunny day, but shines even greater than the sun.

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

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

Most people think that heroes aren't real, but they are all around us. I remember a time when my michigan hero would help me whenever I was wounded or bitter or wanted to give up. She would motivate me. A hero is someone that can help you with whatever you are going through. My michigan hero is my mom because she is hardworking for our family and she is thoughtful and also very caring.

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

A hero is someone you look up to. Who’s your hero? Who do you look up to? “I love my hero to Neptune and back!” My hero, Tasha Young, came from a poor family, works hard and survived cancer. My hero is the oldest of five kids, she didn’t graduate high school and she was a single parent. My mom, Tasha Young, is my hero.

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.

Some Michigan Heroes can be people that helped you in life or helped you succeed in life. My Michigan Hero is someone that raised me, taught me everything I know in life today. This person is my idol, that gave me a hand when I needed one, or told me to keep my head up and never look down. I wouldn’t know what to do in life if this person wasn’t in it.

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 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.

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.