HEROES

On heroes, my granddaughter posted:

Heroes

Heroes is a topic I have been stewing about for some time. we had a discussion post about it, we had a writing journal about it. so here's the question: What is a Hero?

To me a hero is someone who helps out mankind. who has a belief or a standard and sticks to it no matter what. A hero to me is someone who goes to extra mile and does the extra stuff. Someone who suffers through hard times and comes out, not worse but better for it, someone who comes out with a smile on their face. Someone who cares about others but isn't so caught up in it that they can't look after their own selves.

When I was younger many people thought of actors and athletes as their Heroes but in the world today how many people really have real to life heroes? I think that a hero doesn't have to be a bigger than life character it can be a teacher, a parent, a relative, an acquaintance, or even a friend.

I know I have many heroes. Let me share a few with you.

Mom- she's always there for me and always taking a part in my life. She's the Relief Society President in our ward and she puts "relief" back into it. She's always thinking about someone else. On each of the sister's birthdays she makes a little card and goes and visits them. She also hardly ever "takes a day off" Last Spring my mom went to Women’s Conference at BYU she was gone for 3 school days. I had to take care of my entire family. It was during school and so I had to make sure they had lunches, breakfast, and dinner. That they had there homework done etc. of course dad was home, but I was essentially the mom of the house. It was so hard, I remember thinking one of the nights that there was no way I'd have any time to make dinner the next day so I had to make it the night before, and boy was that French Onion Soup good. but back to the point. Without mom we'd be lost. just this last Wednesday mom wasn't feeling very good, dad told her to take the day off, so she did. When Isaak and I got home and couldn't get a hold of her we were kind of lost. That is Until Isaak thought to call dad. We normally turn to mom, not dad, for household things. My mom is the greatest. she is always there. I hope that someday when I have my own children, that I will be even half the mom to my kids that she has been to me.

Anne- When her brother passed away last year I watched her. Yes she was upset, but she moved on. Did she forget him? NO! she just held her head up high and moved on. she is so strong. I love her and how she moves on, how she doesn't care what people have to say about her, she is her own individual, and proud of it!!!

Grandma- I've already written a whole post about her, but then again, she's one of my heroes.

Oma- born in Austria in the middle of World War 2, Oma didn't come to the U.S until she was 19. Then she worked all day to support her mother and little sister, she went to nursing school at night to become a nurse. What an example to me. Oh, and raising 6 kids, did I mention that part?

Now on a more worldly note,

Yo Yo Ma- have you ever heard him play? If you haven't heard of him . . . I Welcome You to the World of Classical Music!!!! he is an amazing Cellist. It is so cool to listen to him play, though I've only ever heard CDs and recordings. It challenges me to be a little better, practice a little more.

Enough of heroes . . . for now!  Posted by Mystique

It reminded me of something I wrote on heroes.  I thought it was this past year, but it was actually in 2006.

My Heroes

April 7, 2006

My heroes are the ones who do not fit into the mold.

It’s comparatively easy to follow
the prescribed pattern for living:

The norm; the acceptable; the expected.

What takes great honor and courage is living

In a body that feels strange and wrong;

In a deformed or injured or diseased body or mind;

With trauma, brain damage, illness;

In a home where you don’t feel connected.

Or for any reason never marrying or having children.

Sure, there are trials when you follow

the prescribed pattern for living;

But you are socially and culturally accepted

and that makes all the difference.

Esteem, honor, admiration, respect are yours.

Those who are thrown off the beaten path

Or were never on it;

Are my heroes.

Their challenges are astronomical.

Most are silent; quietly living day-by-day;

ostracized, marginalized, forsaken, rejected,

ignored, neglected, and even shunned.

I see courage in their eyes;

I feel strength in their presence.

They are the great individuals in our midst.

and hardy anyone knows it.

I deem God does.

MY HEROES.

Nevertheless, my mother is one of my heroes also!