I cannot truthfully tell you who my one true hero is because I have so many. My father, my mother, my grandmother, my best friend… There are so many!

My father is a hero to me because of how string he is, not physically, but emotionally. Earlier this year my grandfather, my father’s father, passed away. It was very difficult for my dad, but he was able to pull through.

My mother is one of my heros because of all of the obstacles she overcame: losing her younger brother when she was eleven, an evil stepfather, managing going to college while raising three girls and taking care of a husband, and still finding times to coach all of my soccer teams!

My grandmother is a hero because I can always count on her- for anything.  Wheather I am in dire need of her help or if I just need to borrow her portable DVD player, she is always there.

Tyler, my best friend since I was two, is one of my heros because I can tell him anything and always know that my secrets are safe.  I trust him with my life.  Through our fourteen years of friendship, we have gotten into many arguments, but when push comes to shove (and I truley mean that because we were two violent kids) we are always there for each other.

You know, I could fill pages and pages writing about people who I believe to be heroic, but that would be a waste of both of our time.  I wish that I could tell you about every person who has really helped me, but that would take forever.  So, I leave you with this: for a person to truley be heroic, they don’t have to be a strong guy in a cape, they don’t have to have super powers or “batarangs,” all they have to do is help you up when you are down.

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