I am a hero because I am willing to take the call of action by doing what I thinks is right by helping others.Įveryday of my of my life I am told the same things by my hero. I am a hero because I told them to try again and not give up. I am a hero because I saved them from not being able to do their work during the class period. And I think I am a hero to people for doing small things like that to help them. Simple acts of kindness like lending someone a pencil makes people heroes. Anyone who can make someone’s day with a simple smile is a hero. I see a hero as anyone who is willing to help someone in their own time. Heroes are seen as people with capes flying in the air, racing at 700 miles per hour to help get people out a train that about to drop 300 ft. Heroes are strong, muscular, fearless, loved by everyone but their one enemy. And this is my way of helping.īased on internet definitions, a hero is person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. I talk to them about it and tell them to try new things hoping to help them open up. They don’t do well in crowds and I’m there to help them. I know some friends that have problems socializing. But it’s not only that it can also be about emotion and socializing. These are things people struggle with everyday and I do my best to help these people because have the physical capability to do so. I am grateful everyday that I can still walk, that i can talk, and even move my fingers. I may one day wake up with a disease that causes paralysis, or heart failure, but that hasn’t happened. I wake up everyday not knowing what may happen because tomorrow is never guaranteed. Kids who are different, like Simon, are very important to me. His parents are a burden to him, and the fact that he killed his best friends mother. He wasn’t able to run last fast as the other kids, he wasn’t as tall as other kids, and he gets bullied. All of the positivity really made me more confident in myself. I discovered that I had a good sense of humor and helping people is something I can’t not do. They brought out a new side of me I never really paid attention to. These people gave me a sense of belonging because they liked me for me and the way I spoke didn’t matter to them. I simply started going to a different church and met new people and hung out with friends from school that attended the same church. My “friends” assumed that I thought I was better than they were because I went to private school and it private school is very pricey. I was told that I sound “white.” I didn’t understand why the people I thought were my friends said I sounded “white.” So I asked them what do you mean and the said that I spoke like a white person, and they said white people are rich, and they are highly educated. There was a time where I was made fun of because of the way I spoke. I too, had trouble finding a sense of belonging. They laughed with him and not at him, but most importantly they loved him. But Joe, Simon’s best friend, and Rebecca, Joe’s mother gave him a sense of belonging by treating him like family. He grew up with people laughing at him and being unkind to him, including his very own parents. Simon Birch was a physically challenged preteen who’s always had a difficult time fitting in.
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