What Is a Hero to Me

Hero to me is a person or an animal that is able to put a smile on a human face and make others feel comfortable and safe, without further thinking. People can’t call themselves heroes because they do not have superpowers, however people do heroic things. People don’t have to do big things to become heroes, they can do little things and that still make them heroes. Animals can do similar things. When I was a little girl I believed that a hero is a rich person who will always buy candies and toys for kids, since their parents could not afford it, a person like Santa Claus or someone who will make poor children happy. In my neighborhood there were many children like me, looking for a new toy around holydays or birthday, but not everyone was lucky.

Parents who did not work and struggle with poverty ruin little dreams of a new toy for children quickly. I believed that my hero will bring me a toy every year, and he did but one year he stopped and I never knew why. My mother told me that, my hero has nothing to give me this year, I was disappointed. When I grew older I got used to the fact that toys and all the good stuff, where no longer important, since I had to wear the same pants for a year. My hero turns his back on me, I thought. It make me feel very angry that I had no clothes and my shoes where torn. I wish for a new pair of shoes every year and since my mother was doing her best to get me one I had to be very patient. I finally understood that the hero who brought me all the things I need was my mother.

Yes, my mother is one of my hero or heroine a woman version of a hero. My mother is a typical Polish woman, she do her best to make everybody happy. My mother always supports my family: she provides me and my brother better future. She tried to make up for everything she couldn’t do for us back in Poland. My mother works twelve to thirteen hours a day, her job is very hard and dangerous for her health. My mother work for air craft company, it’s really hard for me to see her getting back from work very tired and when she complain that she can’t function. My mother is full of love and understanding for others and I love her with all my heart.

She never put me down and since we moved to the United States she gave me everything I ever wanted from a dogs to a brand new car, which I really appreciated. Every time she has to put up with me, my brother and my father make her heroic. My mother never asks for present or things in return, she has a very good heart. My mother is what I call her a “Polish Mother Teresa” She shares her money with poor. She will help a neglected child, in Poland she did many times. She is the good version of everything, outstanding mother, wife, sister and aunt.

My mother is a huge believer she believes in Jesus, she told me that Jesus is the reason why we celebrate Christmas and Easter, and the magic joy that we get from these holidays comes straight from his heart. Saying that God and faith is good makes me believe too. I am very religious person, but sometimes I neglect him. Jesus is my hero too and I am not afraid of saying that. He is my savior helper and he feeds me with hope every day. Without Jesus my faith and hope, I will never be who I am today.