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   Posted 4/4/2010 12:10 AM (GMT -6)   
Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? Most of us looked up to someone, someone who we wanted to be just like. And more often than not we emulated them and watched their actions so we could model ourselves after their style. It's possible that over time we had several heros in our lives which give us our complex individuality. But if you could name one person from your past who most influenced who you are today, who would that be.

For me it would be my father. May seem a bit strange for a daughter to want to be like my dad and not my mom but that's just how I am. Mom would tell me to 'go out and play' or 'adults are talking so go do something. I don't remember playing with mom. She was a good mother and always there for us but not someone it was easy to get close to. But dad was so different. Anything he was going somewhere he would ask me to go too. I adored my father and we were such good buddies until he took his last breath. The qualities I loved in him were his kindness and outward showing of his love of others. He treated mom like a queen but in her eyes she was just a plain Not day though...he saw right through the woman scrubbing floors on her hands and knees and saw his 'forever princess'. Every chance he got he would do something sweet and special just for her. He would bring her small tokens of love, many didn't cost him anything. I always wanted to have a generous heart that my father had and to show others that they are important not only to others but to themselves.

Who was your hero going up?
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   Posted 4/4/2010 9:49 AM (GMT -6)   
Before I read your second paragraph about your father, I said to myself, my hero was my Daddy. He was the most special man and we were inseparable. I never lied because of him. He taught me that my word was who I was and that I should never lie and also, to never call another a liar, because that is a powerful insult.

My dad would play with me and give me lots and lots of hugs and kisses. My mom was not that way. Don't get me wrong, she was a fabulous mother, but my dad was who I would go to if I got hurt, or had a bad dream or had a problem I wanted to discuss. He was meticulous about the english language as well and as a result, perfect grammar was spoken in the home. I learned how to diagram sentences in the fourth grade and I am so glad I did. It has helped me tremendously. I have also raised my two daughters with a love of the language. They also speak Spanish fluently as well.

So my dad has been gone since I was 18 and there isn't a day that I don't miss my hero. He was a great great parent, man and friend.

Thanks for letting me share.

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   Posted 4/4/2010 10:46 AM (GMT -6)   
This is a tough one Chutz. I don't think it is unusual for a daughter to admire her father. For me it is cause I am more like my dad was than my mother in personalities. I was about 14 when I really realized how much difference there was in my mother's thinking and mine.
I guess the person I admired the most or was my hero changed many times over the years while growing up. I had a teacher in 7th and 8th grade and then she became the high school English teacher when I was a freshman that I really admired. She had a daughter our age that didn't go to our school but I think it helped her to understand her students along the way since she was dealing with the same things at home with her own child. I loved English and Lit. so that really helped.
I always admired one of my aunts. She was so different from my mom and did so many things with my cousins, I was jealous. I would have moved in with them if my parents would have let me. I did stay there as much as I could in the summer. She has been gone about 5 yrs and I even admired her when she knew she was dying and how she cared more about making sure she told everyone she loved them before she left us than the fact she was dying.
Last but not least there was my dear beloved uncle that became my father figure after my dad passed. He was my dad's younger brother and since my dad couldn't be there for me I was blessed to have such a fantastic uncle. He too I admired til he took his last breath. I learned so much about the person I wanted to be from he and my aunt and they will always be my heros.
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   Posted 4/4/2010 11:49 AM (GMT -6)   
Growing up I had many wonderful people in my life who I loved and respected. My parents
were both loving, kind and hard workers. They were young when they married and had
four of us six kids by the time they were 24. They didn't have much money but we were
always loved and taken care of. They taught us responsibility at a young age and to take
pride in who were and to work hard for what we wanted. My Mom's slogan was always
"Where there is a will, there's a way." My first heroes were my parents.

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   Posted 4/4/2010 2:36 PM (GMT -6)   
I guess family takes the day here.  I'm no exception - my heroes are also my parents.  They taught me to be open-minded and to respect all people (and all life.)  From my mother especially, I developed a love of nature, music, and poetry.  My father was a literature buff and one of the most genial people I've ever met...he had a gift for relating to people and for being happy.  They both lived their lives to the fullest and always reached out to others, both as friends and  to help those less fortunate.  They died 4 months apart (2008) and for me it's as if the debris from the twin towers is still falling.  But I feel so lucky to have known their love for 53 years.  Whew!
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   Posted 4/4/2010 3:53 PM (GMT -6)   
I would say my hero was my grandfather. He had a knack of getting everybody together, and I remember spending a lot of time with him. I didn't have a father and he took that spot. He use to take me fishing and make me toys. I will never forget that.
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   Posted 4/4/2010 7:04 PM (GMT -6)   
It's a toss-up between my Grandpa and my Aunt Mae. Both lived next door to us and were forever helping us kids. I came from a
family of 6 kids and if there was anything I needed they were there. I learned how to make homemade bread from Aunt Mae. She
never had running water and I was usually the one to carry the water down the hill from her well. My Grandpa ran a trash hauling
business...a small one but he used to let me count and roll the change from his customers. He took either me or my older brother
grocery shopping with him and always gave us a quarter to spend on anything we wanted (I always got a jar of olives). I learned the
lesson of good old fashioned hard work and respect from seems to be so lacking in today's kids.
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