My Hero
Growing up we are made to believe that a hero is a knight in shining armor, a giant amongst men, something greater than any human being could ever be…or if they could, they were in past history and no longer live today. Let me tell you about heroes…
I grew up with two teachers for parents. They spent their days working to make the next doctors, lawyers, authors, scientist, administrators, councilors, politicians, teachers, police officers, and the list goes on. Each loved what they did and gave their whole heart to those around them. Every student was a mission and they believed in each one’s greatness. Years later I have had strangers walk up during family dinners out, stopped us during walks, cut in during coffee and said, “Mr./Mrs. Church?! You changed my life!” The stories were always so heartfelt and I was/am so proud! My parents impact not only my family’s life, but those around them, those who they have touched throughout history, the ones’ who had little hope. They gave them strength to persevere.
My parents were and still are selfless, loving, devoted, loyal, persistent, kind, patient, and exude and inner strength which few possess. They have taught my brother and I what it is to love; honestly, truthfully, and sweetly! My brother and sister-in-law too, have given me strength and courage that I never dreamt was possible. When I speak of heroes they are the core of whom I speak. They tell it to me straight and have been at my side when I have needed them most.
Heroes today don’t have to ride in on a giant horse to save the day.
A hero can be as close as a parent, brother, family member, or friend who loves you. They give you strength when you believe there is none to be had. They make you believe in your dreams if you have lost sight of them. My family remind me when darkness is closing in that there is light on the other side.
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Tasha Ina Church
Author of We Are One at the Falling of the Sun
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