He's on here. But more importantly over 10 years ago he came to my flat spent an evening talking to me about sobriety and took me to my first meeting. He's still my most treasured advisor. I'd not be sober today without his support I'd possibly not even be here at all actually.
Real heroes are those that just show you how to live a humble life clean and sober.
My adopted daughter. For remaining a bright, sparky, positive little soul despite all the obstacles adults have put in front of her during her 14 short years on earth.
They've both done so well and worked hard to get where they are. Masters and PhD level, both have their own houses, terrific spouses and one grandchild here another being baked as I write this. Both have great careers too and widely respected in their fields.
And they achieved all this while having me as their father!
My parents! They had me. They were a safe space to talk to/cry to about coming out as a lesbian. They accepted me. They loved me. They love me still. I can't really remember any time when they've been that negative towards me. Always either gave me support, another viewpoint or something to aspire to.
Great question. MY HERO IS MY FATHER. He was the kind of man that if your house was on fire he would run in and save your family No, he was not a fireman. If you had a flood in your home he was the first to help. Or if someone was hurt or missing he was always the first one there to save you. But more than That, Like many people my father got addicted to some heavy drugs growing up. Something that most people can never walk away from and end up losing their life early. Not Only did he Have superior strength to quit cold Turkey on his own And come back to life for his family,, But for over 30 years He went on to help many other people gain their lives back too. We saw many people thrive, have families and businesses and normal lives. All because of my dad. He was just amazing and I miss him so much. Of all the things I am in life , I am first and foremost proud of being his daughter.
My Dad is MY hero...and a real life hero. During WWII his plane was shot down over Bastogne, Belgium, and, wounded, he made it inside for the siege. His entire crew were captured and they all died in German POW camps. His life was an inspiration, from beginning to end.
I can't say as I have one. I do have various people I admire for various reasons but only to a degree. I think that's how it should be. You have to let people be people with all their positives and negatives.
I don't have a hero. But I am proudly a hero for 2 girls. Couple of days ago: - Dad, you don't know this? Have you heard that Clara? There is something Dad doesn't know!!!
My mother was my hero. All my life with just a few words, she could make me feel like everything was going to be okay. Since she’s been gone, I’ve had to be that source for myself.
I think that as a little girl who always wanted to find THE hero but realized there would not be anyone coming or willing to stand up to take care of me, I ended up being it. The princess saved and is continuing to save herself and others in this story. So, hero? Yeah. You're talking to her.