Personal Narrative: My Michigan Personal 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 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.

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.

My personal Michigan hero is my Aunt Shari. My parent’s decision to adopt me made it the third generation in my family to adopt. The news made my Aunt very happy. It meant that another orphan had the opportunity to experience life in a loving family. My Aunt does not have any children of her own and that makes our relationship even more special. She helped my mother bring me home from Kazakhstan after my father traveled home to return to work. Even before we met, she loved and prayed for me. My aunt travelling alone halfway around the world, took an immense amount of courage. She loves God deeply, is courageous, kind, loving, and just has a special light around her. When we are together, I know just as with God and my parents, I feel safe.

My uncle, Gary Norder, is my American Hero because of his devotion toward me, and my family, The times he spends with me, and the effort he puts toward to support his family and mine amazes me. My uncle and his brothers started a company called Custom Caulking. The Norder brothers say it's been hard for them, but they still manage to sustain a wealthy business.

It was a Friday night, at the Peoria Civic Center. I was there for the Heartland Heroes Concert. This was a fundraiser for the American Red Cross. I went to the concert with my mom, Ashley, and her mom. RaeLynn, Scotty McCreery, and another local girl country singer was there. The concert was incredible. The concert ended at about 10:00 P.M. We all went out to dinner after the concert. We all decided on Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. When we arrived at Buffalo Wild Wings they told us we could sit out on the patio or the bar. The main dining area was full. We decided to sit out in the patio. The patio was all enclosed, so it wasn’t cold out there. We chose to sit at a small square table in the back. There was only one other group of people out

“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.

Growing up in Michigan, my childhood was anything but serene. I faced adversity at a young age, being bullied and picked on by other kids all my life for being slightly different. I was very skinny kid with lots pimples, jet black hair, and very insecure. Everyone has insecurities that remains dormant their from childhood. My list of insecurities came directly from my childhood dealing with authority figures and people of power such as my father. I always wanted to please others before pleasing myself and gain their approval others. One thing I could not tolerate any type of constructive criticism or feedback from anyone growing up. This clearly effected me once I entered the workforce later on in life. I was described as hyper sensitive and

Your favorite superhero might be Hulk or Thor, but mine is my own Aunt. My Aunt Linda is my role model. She is the person I look up to for many reasons. Throughout her life, she was ill. At the moment, she is in a nursing home at the age of 66. Being sick, she never cared too much about herself, but always thinking about other people. Linda was a nurse, so caring about people was her day job. Linda never got married or had her own children, so she spoiled me to death. I think I had more toys at her house then at my own. Back when I was little, I used to go over to her house in Jonesville every weekend for church. That means, every Saturday at noon we watched the dramatic tv series, Young and the Restless. I will never forget sitting in her living room with a tv tray and ice cream, screaming at the characters. I would laugh and laugh with her. Spending so much time with her, she has taught me so many things, but mostly she taught me to be a kind, loving, and giving individual.

On a cold summer night the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The sounds of bears were given to my ears in the breeze as it came through the forest trees. Wolfs could be seen in the tree line hunting their pray. Feeling the rugged rocks that you tread on. Fresh air smells like pine scents with a glowing spray of a river. There was a spiritual being present that made my heart quicken and my body became still. HE came to show the way for HE is the truth, the way, and the life for through HIM we well shall see the face of GOD. This started my first step into what is a fantastic journey is exciting yet wondering what is gone to happen. Each step brings peace no matter what the challenge is because HE leads me. Some search to find a round their

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

My fondest memories are the times when I sit in the living room and listen to my dad tell stories from his past. These stories are always true and pertain to the crazy things that either happened to him, or he himself caused. When I sit on the couch with the slight hum of the television in the background with the story my dad tells me running through my mind, I can't help but allow a smile to grace my face. The stories are not always happy especially the ones pertaining to Vietnam and the oil fields, but the ones of his childhood always leave me laughing and wondering how my dad's siblings could possibly put up with him and his shenanigans.

I remember all the memories that my dad and I shared when I was younger, and I wish that I could continue to make more with him today. It hurts me to think about his absence and to see other young men with a father and to not have one in my life. I have a lot of special memories with my dad. Every morning he would take me to the baby sitters. When I was three he started taking me to get breakfast from a deli, the same deli everyday, called “Renny’s” in Dover Plains, NY. We also used to go to the firehouse all the time, and I would sit in the fire truck and beg him for rides. He would say no, but one day when I was about five he finally took me for a ride in the truck and I was so happy that i finally got to go for a ride in the truck. I turned the sirens and lights on and he would yell at me for it, but if I kept doing it he wouldn’t say anything anymore and just let me have fun. I also remember my dad taking the day off of work one day and when I woke up to go to school, I got ready and walked out of the house, and got in the truck. When he started driving I noticed we were going the wrong way. He told me we were going out to hang out together for the day. So we went to Lebanon Valley for a truck pull and tractor pull. I will never forget that day because I had the whole day to spend with my dad, just me and him.

My dad is a huge part of my life, he was my role model growing up, always wanting to do what dad did. Our relationship we have created throughout my childhood is more like best friends than anything. We’d do everything together, like playing football in the yard or cleaning the house, he always found a way to make it fun. But the times where my dad and I got the closest was on summer vacation. Every year he would take two weeks off in June and we would go on a trip somewhere. My favorite trip was when we went down to Florida and I saw the beach for the first time and went ocean fishing.