Hero Essay
As a person grows so do the things they hold dear to
themselves and the things they look up to. Heroes take
many forms when we are children, from the comic book
superhero to the imaginary friend. As we grow from
children to young adults our heroes change to those more
tangible, movie stars or athletes. When we reach
adulthood, the definition of hero becomes clear and our
heroes become those that we love and can look up to. It
took me a while to realize it but my hero is an 83 year old
woman.
In 1986, at the ripe age of 6, I was given the news that a
big storm was coming. As a child the news of a big storm
frightened me, I was paralyzed by the fear of being struck
by lightning. The sky became unsettled, a shade of gray that
left even the brightest spirit longing. The rains came hard
and fast, the thunder and lightning along with it. Shortly
after the wind began to pick up. I had seen The Wizard of
Oz and became extremely worried that our entire
apartment building would be ripped from the foundation
and taken to some far off world. At the pinnacle of the
storm there was a knock at the door. Of course I didn't
hear the knock because it's hard to hear when you have
your ears plugged so as to avoid the thunder. It was Auntie
Lou, everyones favorite babysitter. With rain cap on her
head and umbrella in hand, she had braved the storm to
come visit my sister and I. With a joyful look on her face
Lou asks if anyone wanted to go for a walk. Had anyone
else asked I would have said, "No way, Jose!" but for
Auntie Lou, anything. So on went the raincoat and the old
shoes that I was allowed to get wet. Though the rain was
pelting and the wind whipping, we braved our way through
the apartment complex. At one point the wind nearly pulled
me and my umbrella over but Lou held me by her side.
That was the point I knew somehting was special about
her.
After returning from a church
themselves and the things they look up to. Heroes take
many forms when we are children, from the comic book
superhero to the imaginary friend. As we grow from
children to young adults our heroes change to those more
tangible, movie stars or athletes. When we reach
adulthood, the definition of hero becomes clear and our
heroes become those that we love and can look up to. It
took me a while to realize it but my hero is an 83 year old
woman.
In 1986, at the ripe age of 6, I was given the news that a
big storm was coming. As a child the news of a big storm
frightened me, I was paralyzed by the fear of being struck
by lightning. The sky became unsettled, a shade of gray that
left even the brightest spirit longing. The rains came hard
and fast, the thunder and lightning along with it. Shortly
after the wind began to pick up. I had seen The Wizard of
Oz and became extremely worried that our entire
apartment building would be ripped from the foundation
and taken to some far off world. At the pinnacle of the
storm there was a knock at the door. Of course I didn't
hear the knock because it's hard to hear when you have
your ears plugged so as to avoid the thunder. It was Auntie
Lou, everyones favorite babysitter. With rain cap on her
head and umbrella in hand, she had braved the storm to
come visit my sister and I. With a joyful look on her face
Lou asks if anyone wanted to go for a walk. Had anyone
else asked I would have said, "No way, Jose!" but for
Auntie Lou, anything. So on went the raincoat and the old
shoes that I was allowed to get wet. Though the rain was
pelting and the wind whipping, we braved our way through
the apartment complex. At one point the wind nearly pulled
me and my umbrella over but Lou held me by her side.
That was the point I knew somehting was special about
her.
After returning from a church