Who Is Your Hero?
I was watching a television talk show today, and the interviewer asked a question that got me thinking. She asked who is your hero? I thought of this question and did not have to think twice about who my hero is...
My hero is my mom. A few years ago I would not have said that, I probably would have picked my father. But today when the question came up mom popped in my mind. I had to think of the reason and I thought that she is the invisible force in our family. She is usually the quiet one in the home, not one to talk, yet she is always there for everyone. When one of her children are the most upset and disturbed, mom knows and always lends an ear without a word. She always has the answer for situations and has the soft skills to diffuse situations. She is constantly on duty, never for a minute letting her mom satellite rest. In the middle of the night if you are not well, somehow mom is also awake and happens to knock on your door. Her needs and wants are pushed aside for the needs and wants of her family. She will go without so her children, even grown up children, can have. She just knows everything we are feeling without us saying a word. As I have gotten older, the value of my mother has become clearer. Today I can proudly say, that when I have children, I want to be a mother just like MY mother. My mother is my hero.
Who is your hero and why?
My hero is my mom. A few years ago I would not have said that, I probably would have picked my father. But today when the question came up mom popped in my mind. I had to think of the reason and I thought that she is the invisible force in our family. She is usually the quiet one in the home, not one to talk, yet she is always there for everyone. When one of her children are the most upset and disturbed, mom knows and always lends an ear without a word. She always has the answer for situations and has the soft skills to diffuse situations. She is constantly on duty, never for a minute letting her mom satellite rest. In the middle of the night if you are not well, somehow mom is also awake and happens to knock on your door. Her needs and wants are pushed aside for the needs and wants of her family. She will go without so her children, even grown up children, can have. She just knows everything we are feeling without us saying a word. As I have gotten older, the value of my mother has become clearer. Today I can proudly say, that when I have children, I want to be a mother just like MY mother. My mother is my hero.
Who is your hero and why?



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Secondly...I admire the palestinians and iraqis who fight with honor just for their right to exist......the palestinian children who go from checkpont to checkpont each day just for their right to have an education....the Iraqis who just try to support their families despite the millions of hardships they have been going through all these years and especially now
Must be so hard for his family.
My hero died