A hero too many people is someone who will devote his or her life to save other people’s lives, a hero to me is simply someone who can do it all without doing anything at all, they earn the right and are still there for you each and every day. The hero doesn’t have to wear a cape, they just have to be there when you need them the most. My dad is my number one hero, through everything that went on in my life, he is the one who is standing beside me and giving me the courage to keep going and to never give up. I am incredibly lucky to have such a caring, supportive, goofy and courageous father.
My dad is one of a kind, He is fairly tall, and he has brown hair with specks of grey, with green eyes that hide behind his glasses. He was what I like to make fun of him for and say a ‘pregnant belly.’ You can always find him in his million cameo shorts, T-shirts and reef flip flops. He is full of stories, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard them all a couple hundred times. My dad is the best dad there is, I know people say that a lot, but honestly, I don’t believe there is one better than mine. This man has sacrificed so much of his life to make sure my sisters and I had the best life
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My mom and my dad got divorced when I was five; It was hard not having my dad around because he lived in Iowa and I lived with my mom in Arkansas. Usually when parents split up the children are the ones suffering, my dad made it as easy as possible because he was there for us whenever we needed him; no matter how far he was away. Even when he lived several hours away from us, he never missed a beat. He would drive those 6 hours frequently just to see us. When we were sick, he was right there, doing whatever it took to make it better. I don’t know where I’d be without him; I’m thankful every single day that I was chosen to be his
An English proverb states, “ A hero is a man who is afraid to run away”. I agree with this proverb, because when you see a hero in a comic book, they have super cool back stories, are not afraid to fight, and stare danger in the face and not blink. They are not afraid of anything. That’s nice to look up to, but they are not real. Our definition of a hero is too much for one man to become, you can do something honorable, heroic, but you will never actually be a hero because it's too much, in real life. Heroes don’t just do it so they can get paid, or respect. What really determines whether someone is a hero is if they choose to do something about it in a bad situation. We have people that do heroic acts, for example, people putting their lives before others. Those people cannot be heroes because they get paid to do it, they are, firefighters, cops, and military, they get paid to help people, so they aren't considered a hero.
A hero is someone you look up to, someone who has done something to inspire you, someone who is your role model. In our society, there are many different types of heroes—family, friends, teachers, firefighters, and police officers to name a few. But a hero that stands out to me is a U.S. soldier. Soldiers risk their lives every day just so we can have our freedom.
I was raised by my mother and grandmother. They kept my head leveled and taught me that working hard leads to success. I loved them, and they were my role models. I grew up in a middle class family with strong women. I learned independence, and the strong will to never give up. It was the summer of 2005 when my mother re-married, and I was in the eighth grade. My mother was happy because she found the conclusion to her life: a husband. I was ecstatic because I finally had a daddy! My hopes, wishes, and dreams had come true. I felt that God answered my prayers. I loved having a father figure, although I had certain doubts. My uncertainty came from the way he looked at me. He looked at me the way men crave women. However, I concealed my unclear feelings because I did not want to ruin the current circumstances. Unfortunately, all of my suspicions were true.
Hero. Usually when this word is heard we think of Superman, Batman, Iron man and so on, but in reality what exactly is a hero? Who can be classified as heroic? From my perspective a hero is not only someone who wears a cape, has superhuman strength, wears fancy clothes or someone who saves his lady from the bad guy; however he is someone who stands for strength, bravery, humbleness, justice and equality. I believe a hero is someone who truly intends to make the world a better place for all people. He stands for what he believes in even though he may encounter danger and obstacle. We often watch movies with action heroes fighting for a good cause, but these heroes cause us ignore the real life heroes such as Cesar Chavez and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Cesar Chavez and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr are genuinely the definition of a hero.
What makes person a hero? Is it fighting for your country in war, rescuing a “damsel in distress,” or being the one to discover cancer? All of that is heroic, but being a hero can mean many things and be the simplest things. To me, it is being brave and strong when all seems doomed. It is sacrificing things for the better of someone else. It is the smallest act of kindness that was not expected. My mother, Susan Marie McCartney, is my hero.
My father has been a great influence in my life. The reason why my dad has influenced me is because he was able to raise me. My dad raised my two brothers and me by himself because my mother passed away. The day when my mother passed away was hardest time for us all. My brother and I were in waiting room with a friend of my Dad’s. My Dad came out of my mother’s room with worried face. My Dad told us that mother was not feeling well, so we
In 1859 Henry Ward Beecher said, "the mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom." I believe that statement because of experiences I’ve had with my own mother. I have learned more about life from her than from my 15 years of schooling. Over the last 20 years my mother has taught me many valuable lessons just by being a living example of compassion, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel that has protected and carried me throughout life.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
The denotation of the word hero is "a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities". To some, that person may be George Washington, Batman, or even Peter Griffin. My hero, though, is my grandfather, D.S. Patel. My grandfather, from my mother's side of the family, is a wise, nice, caring sixty-year old man. Vocationally, he works as a civil engineer for the state of Indiana. How can a sixty-year old civil engineer be a hero? Let's find out how strangers see him as a hero, and how I see him as a hero.
There are times when you don’t know what to do or times when you might feel like you have no help in this world, but there is always that one person who never fails to give you the best advice in life, and that is your father. I have so much respect for any father out there that works hard, and always supports his family no matter what his imperfections might be. My father has got to be the best one in my opinion. He has been the biggest inspiration in my life because he taught me so much stuff in this life that I can’t find a way to pay him. He has been a very humble person and has never seen himself better than anyone else because he believes he is equal to any other father. In my opinion he is the best even though he says he isn’t. My father had imperfections just like any other human being in this world, yet he still taught me how to be a great person in this world by teaching me good morals. “Never Give Up, and believe in God and you will accomplish what you want in life” are words my father always tells me to remember.
Whenever I think about my mom, my dad also comes to my mind as well. Being raised by both parents showed me how much my parents worked as a team. Yes, there were times I felt closer to my mom than my dad dealing with some issues but I think it’s because I am a girl. What girl wants to talk to her dad about girly issues? My mom was my world, but my dad was my super hero. He showed me how a lady should be treated by a man, and taught me how to wrestle, climb trees, and treat others kindly. Since my parents were together there were two incomes to provide for my sister and me. I never saw my mom feeling lonely or my dad stress from his job. Even though my dad worked full time, it did not seem to affect my relationship with him because my mom was there when he was not. I believe if my mom did not have my dad she would not be able to support my sister and I alone or even should us she really cared. It takes both parents to teach their kids the traits of life. Say a single mom was having money issues when paying for her kids to eat lunch at school, if the child finds out their mom is struggling to come ...
When an awe-inspiring person comes into your life, you can never really opine of how tremendously they will affect your life. I was born on November 11, 1992 into a loving family of a father, a mother, a brother, and a sister. I must have been so blessed. Some where along the line, however, our harmony was disrupted. My mother left my father to fend for both himself and me. During the divorce, my mother never even showed up to contend for at least some kind of custody of her newborn daughter. That was the day when the judge determined my father had full custody over his pink cheeked, vulnerable baby.
A hero can be defined in many different ways. Most people have different role models they call their hero. Some heroes to people may be a famous athlete, singer, or an actor but my hero is different than others. My mother is my hero for many different reasons a hero would be described as.
Losing a parent is difficult but teaches many lessons. My father’s birth mother passed away during open heart surgery when he was a young child. His whole family experienced heartbreak. His father remarried a few years later. My father’s adoptive mother raised him. Losing his birth mother has made my father appreciate his adoptive
My hero is my dad. He is my superman. He is my leader. My dad is a dad who motivates me and keeps me going, even when I want to give up. He is there for me when I don’t want to try anymore and he always keeps me going. Of all the heroes in the world, my dad is at the top of the list.