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I really can’t designate one hero in my life, because I have had many.
God is my hero, first and foremost, because He watches over me and
protects me 24 hours a day.
Then there was Susie. She offered to pay my tuition to college. Her only pay would be I would agree to work in the mission field for one year following graduation. My dad wouldn’t let me accept her offer,but I was always grateful to her for offering.
Then there was my oldest brother Burt, seven years my senior,who did his best to keep me on the straight and narrow when I was growing up. I resented that at the time, but appreciated it as I grew older. When I developed a proclivity for writing as I matured he was always there with words of encouragement.
The list grows. Rev. Myers always found the good in me when many didn’t.
Now, as I enter what some might call the sunset of my life (but what do
they know), my friends are my heroes. When I call my girl friend long
distance the smile in her voice tells me she’s glad I called. When I call
my girlfriend locally her cheerful voice tells me she, too, is glad I called.
So, what it comes down to, what is a hero? Anything you make it to be.
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