There's a hero inside of us,
asked to tell who my hero is and why. When I got the topic I will admit, yes I was
excited and I could not wait to start my paper. I just was having a hard time
choosing my hero. I didn’t want to choose my parents because it seems that when
that question is asked to students that come up a lot. I want my hero to be one
who made a difference in my life and one that had qualities that I look up to. So I
choose a friend of mine. I choose her for things that happened in her life and how
she said she handle them with courage. For her strength that she said showed,
friendliness attitude. All qualities that I thought a hero should have.
But then I meet my fiancée. One day during a conversation on heroes, I asked
him who his was. He told me it was our prophet Joseph Smith, jr. I wish I could
remember why he said that it was his hero. I wanted to say it was then that I
started to reconsider who my Hero was.
Joseph Smith, a prophet seer and revelator, he stood up for what he believed. He
only told what he saw and heard. He was an average farm boy, from what I would say an average family during the mid 19th century. He restored the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints to earth. He translated the Gold
Plates to what we now as the Book of Mormon. And no, it is NOT another bible. It
is another Testament of Jesus-Christ of Latter Day Saints. His hero qualities that I
have come to admire: courage, faith, believing trusting, caring, hardworking, want
to be a friend and being a friend. Those are just some of the qualities that to me
make a hero.
I guess I have realized that the person who I thought was my hero wasn’t, that
maybe perhaps I wanted her to be my hero but maybe that was just me making
someone be something that they are not.
It wasn’t until she walk out of my life that I realized a hero would not do that.
So, who is my hero? I would have to say that this person saved my life. No this
person didn’t pull me out a burning building or save me from something large and
heavy falling on me. Like Superman would do. This person saved me both
physically and spiritually. Just when I thought I was at the end of my rope. That
people who I thought were my friends no longer cared or loved me. He came into
my life. Very softly and with care he came in. At first I spoke telling him what was
wrong, where I was at in life. He just sat and listened. A quality of a hero, will have
the ablitily to listen first then speak.
He saw a broken heart, broken spirit, and someone who was dying inside.
Because of my hero, I became better, almost suddenly. I began to feel better
about myself. I guess, its like that quote that I read in the book called Freedom
Writers, “When someone cares about you and ask about you. And genuine shows
that they care, You begin to feel better about yourself.” My hero did that, he
changed my life. And it seemed that other who knew me could see that too.
I suddenly began to become very excited to see him come online to talk to. He
became my friend first, then a lover and finally my fiancée. He never got the
chance to give me the ring, but between my family and his. I was his fiancé and he
He showed me how to love again, help me heal my broken heart. Made ME feel
better physically and mentally, I went from weigh 96 pounds when I meet him
online to meeting him and weighing 107 to now weight 125ish.
Like all heros, they sometimes can’t defeat death. My hero died on the morning of
March 29, 2007, he died loving me. And even though we may be miles and time
apart, I know that my hero loves me as I still love him.
As we honor our Heroes, we can remember them for the hero deeds and all that
taught and influenced in our lives.
My hero, is my best friend, lover and now a guardian angel. His name is Derek