Short Story

You may never notice it, but there are heroes all around you. You can become one yourself just by helping with the little things. For example, helping with others in need whether it is a person, group, or community. Putting others before yourself can be another heroic moment. Most people

A hero, as defined in Webster’s Online Dictionary, is a person who “a person admired for achievements or noble qualities” or “one who shows great courage.” However, a hero is not just a person with outstanding achievements. A hero is a person who is philanthropic, generous, and kind. Heros fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, and do not judge those who they are fighting for. They are charitable in ways other than donating money, they give their time and effort in order to make the lives of others more pleasant. Heros display bravery, as they are willing to go into a dangerous situation to help others that have been aggrieved. Social pressures and judgements do not affect a hero’s willingness to help others, and they are willing to push through what others say

In my opinion, a hero is just a person like you, who does normal things and events, but in extraordinary conditions and measures. They go above and beyond to try to help people and always put others before themselves. I give a huge amount of respect to these people and how they live with that mindset. An example of this person came to my mind as we toured the 911 memorial when Mr. Kriegshauser told us about all the firefighters who risked their lives going into tower one to save all the innocent people. This just sprung to my mind how much bravery it takes to do that act for someone who you do not even know. Honor isn’t only shown in those big events of terror or when people are in need or great help. You can show honor in everything you do in everyday events/occasions. You can put to test just by showing honor to your parents, when they ask for something from you or when they are in a time of need. That is what I like about America, in just the fact that we can show honor and acts of goodness without being told what to do or being forced into

A hero is someone who is selfless and is courageous. They also are usually an ordinary person who later does something very heroic and great. They also don’t act like self centered when they get recognized for it. In the editorial “What is a Hero” by Art Green, he shares a story about a man who almost died saving others in battle. In this he says, “ In this case, Benavidez says that it was not he that was the hero; it was the faceless men who paid the ultimate sacrifice.” This evidence shows that Benavidez and heroes don’t “bask in the glory” and this impacts him because he knows that people died for their country and he also did two so he can’t take all the credit for saving the men. Roger Rosenblatt, author of the editorial “Man in the water”

In the end, looking back at people we consider to be 'heroes' in our world, we understand they cannot live up to impossible standards of perfection and satisfy everyone. But it is their true compassion for others at heart, and their positive influence in the world, despite the challenges facing them that makes one heroic.

Everyone has somehow been a hero to someone, in one point of their life, even though they may not have known at the time or was recognized for it. They may have shown heroic qualities or stood up for someone, maybe even for people who were too shy to do it themselves. Heroes are quick-thinking, determined people that put the needs of others before themselves, like Rosa Parks because of her refusal to move seats on the bus. But, heroes don’t wear capes or special costumes, like in movies, they are just typical, ordinary people. Heroes are quick-thinking, determined people, that put the needs of others before themselves.

Some of the bravest heroes in the world are the ones fighting the battles nobody knows about. The boy who stuck up for his friend got nothing but a black eye and a nervous “thank you,” from a friend far too scared and relieved to care much for his sacrifice. This boy became a hero because he wasn’t afraid to step out and do what was right, even without any recognition or reward. A true hero doesn’t do things simply for praise or attention. They are willing to sacrifice themselves for someone else’s well-being, and that makes them a resounding positive in people’s

“Timmy do you have a pencil? Timmy replies oh course here you go!” “Oh my gosh, you are my hero, thank you!” The word “hero” in today’s language has not been used correctly. A hero is not just someone who gives you a pencil or someone who just has some super powers. Some people today that come to mind when talking about a hero are, Marc Gold and Doc Hendley.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

“Most of what they do goes unheralded, unappreciated. And that, ironically, is heroism: not to be recognized.” If someone can put what they have going on aside for you they are characterized as a hero. Regardless of who you are or what your known for doing everyone can be a hero! Heroism is when someone cares for others, someone who sacrifices something for someone else, and last but not least stays true to their beliefs.

“If there are any heroes or saints left in the world they are each of us at our best, responding to the worst that the world imposes”(Coles 322). What is a hero? Who is a saint? To some, doctors or physicians might be considered heroes or saints. For patients battling an illness, their doctor might be the only one who understands and can show true empathy. Without a sense of trust or community, a patient can struggle to overcome their illness. And for the patient, labels are not what make up who they are. Whether it is a doctor, family member, a friend, or even yourself, we each have a person or thing that will guide us during the worst of times. We each need our own hero or saint.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.