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a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal
Too often, I watch the news and see the word “hero” being thrown about with little concern for what really makes a hero. I won’t say who I do not believe heroes are according to the media, but will instead share who the heroes are in my life — because you may never hear about them otherwise, but they are amazing people to me.
A hero is the nurse who treats you with compassion when some of the other nurses don’t because they don’t like that you’re a fourteen-year-old mom. Thank you, Nancy.
A hero is the home nurse who visits, listens, and does not judge you as a mother or as a person, who even goes the extra mile and helps you find childcare so you can return to high school. Thank you, Mary.
A hero is a school vice-principal who takes on a fatherly role, and through the years always checks on you to make sure everything is all right with “that boy,” and who “tips” you $50 when he knows you are in a desperate place in life. Thank you, Mr. Williams.
A hero is a business owner who takes the time to listen during an interview and then hires you because she wants to help, and then sends you flowers while you’re working in her business, just to cheer you up. Thank you, Rose.
A hero is a newspaper editor who looks a seventeen-year-old high school dropout in the eye and decides she’s worth giving a chance. Thank you, Skipper.
A hero is a doctor who treats you like a person, not just another patient, and who takes the time to fully explain what’s happening to you by drawing on your hospital sheets, and declares there’s no way he’s going to let you leave two sons behind. Thank you, Dr. Kitchens.
A hero is the woman who answers her phone in the middle of the night and then drives over 20 miles away to pick you and your small children up from the Greyhound bus station because she’s afraid of what might happen if she waits until morning. Thank you, Miriam.
A hero is a good samaritan who comes to a screeching halt and tells a carload of guys to take off, helping you as you’re stranded on the side of the road, and then insists on driving you to work, even though it’s 20 miles in the opposite direction, just so you won’t lose your job; and she won’t even tell you her name because it’s not important to her to be thanked any further. Thank you, Anonymous Angel.
A hero is the Avon Lady who shows up to sell product but then stays as a friend to pray with you during the most troubling times of your life, and who tracks you down fifteen years later to see how you are. Thank you, Leah.
A hero is a detective who has your back when so many others are against you, who steps in and hears you and believes you. Thank you, Detective Duncan.
A hero is the counselor who charges more than you can afford but instead of turning you away, adjusts her fees to something you can’t say no to, and then walks with you through healing. Thank you, Liz.
A hero is any number of people I get to work with at the pregnancy center and in the victim assistance program. Thank you, Volunteers!
A hero is a husband and best friend who holds your hand through the unpacking of all the baggage, through medical appointments for a body that has been rebelling for years, and through each minute milestone of life itself. Thank you, John.
Who are your heroes? Tell them!
My kids and their dates -
A new step forward -
A close call -
Mother’s Day flowers -
Having fun with silly mirrors -
This birthday girl!
This week (not that I’m consistent at posting every Friday), I want to share with you 5 blog posts (or a series) I think you should take the time to read -
2 – Hating Teenagers at lindasherwood.com
3 – 22 Things Happy People Do Differently
4 – How To Pick A Fight and Do Something That Matters by Bob Goff
5 – Lora’s Tiara Project Post at MyCamoKids.com
Bonus: I’d like to invite you to read or re-read a post I made in 2011 (which I was reminded of by Linda’s post above) and please share it.
Your life is NOT over
“She sits across from me, quiet, speaking one-word sentences only when I ask her questions. She’s young and pregnant…and scared to death. I smile and talk candidly, hoping to show her I’m here for her, there’s no judgment, that I just want to love her.”
These two. A less-than-a-week-old beautiful baby girl with her beautiful mommy -
Finding old favorite pictures -
Stopping by the skate park and watching my honey have fun -
Amazing gifts from my eldest and his girl (Africa!) -
Funny conversations with Kara -
The ongoing War of the Living Room -
I truly believe there is space for each of us and our ideas. However, sometimes you need to concede that you might possibly just be trying to do the very same thing others have already succeeded at launching, and why not just join them instead of starting over?
The Tiara Project — I have let it go for several reasons.
I do many things well, and I enjoy variety in my life. I’m also leaning into changes that are taking place, new directions, journeys that are leading me more into active participation in this world, not just writing from the confines of my home or my own memories. Experience. Situations. Life.
Simplifying my life while also complicating it excites me. Letting go and decluttering my heart and mind is refreshing and right on time.
We sat on my front steps, letting the warmth of the day wash over us, the breeze flipping our hair, and we finally said the words that had been eating at both our hearts for months:
“I thought you probably hated me.”
The thing is, this supposed hate grew out of a minor bump in the road, not the big kind of blow up that you might assume. Neither stole anything nor gossiped nor even lashed out. It was a matter of a parting of ways (in business) due to uncontrollable circumstances (health), and yet the lie was whispered and from there it took life of its own. We both heard it, we both listened to it, and we both took it into our fragile hearts.
I don’t know why we do that. I don’t know if it’s a personality thing or an everyone deal. What I do know is that it’s time to stop it. Stop believing the lies. Stop making up stories that aren’t even close to true.
“I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.” -Mark Twain
Whether it’s a relationship, a career change, volunteer work, or going back to school, stop imagining what could happen, what might be happening already, and just confront the idea of the lie. If you think your best friend is annoyed by you, talk about it. If you think a new career is too scary, research it. Don’t let made-up lies stop you from giving yourself and your time to a charity or keeping you from school.
Let go of fear and what if? and stop letting lies hold you back from friendships, jobs, and helping others.
If you put it down, don’t you dare pick it back up!
If you decide to stop believing your friend hates you, don’t revisit the idea the next day. If you come to the conclusion that the new career is a great idea, don’t over-think it all over again. There’s no life down that dead end road.