Who’s Your Hero?

Hero – an object of extreme admiration and devotion

Describe your own personal hero, real or literary, and you’ll be entered in a drawing for a gift bag. Just leave a comment telling who your hero is and why you admire that person or character and you’ll be entered into the drawing. Easy!

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  1. My hero that I would like to tell you about came into my life when I was a freshman in High School.
    I was really depressed and scared to death of life, he was a teacher who payed attention to me.
    One day he saw me all alone wondering the halls and he asked me if I needed some help.
    From that day forward we became best friends. He helped me get through High school, if it wasnt for him I believe I wouldnt have made it through on my own. He also helped me get on the school track team.
    My home life was rough and he knew all about it, I came to him with tears in my eyes very often and he was always there to listen and to tell me how great I was.
    He was always looking out for me no matter what. He came to my Graduation, and he came to my wedding when I got married and he helped me get my job that I now have at an elementary school.
    We have been friends now for 15 years.
    I am very grateful this wonderful, caring, special teacher and friend came into my life.
    He is and forever will be my own personal HERO.
    His name is Mike Germann.
    Thank you Mr. Germann,
    Crystal Wilson

  2. Desmond T. Doss, a World War II hero who never once touched a firearm. His religious beliefs spurred him to renounce all weapons and, in the process, allowed for him to save countless lives as a medic on the front lines and, eventually, to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor.

    If someone ever makes Desmond Doss’s story into a feature move, the biggest problem is that people will think it is fiction! I would love to see this story made into a feature movie. But how would they film the story of Desmond by himself rescuing 75 men? Lowering them one by one down a 50 foot cliff.

    On May 5th the tide of battle turned against the Americans. Enemy artillery, mortars and machinegun fire began to rake into the ranks of Company B, 77th Infantry Division. Japanese soldiers swarmed out of their foxholes and caves in every direction. Almost immediately 75 men fell wounded, and the remaining men were forced to fall back and retreat to the base of the escarpment. The only soldiers remaining at the top of the cliff were the wounded, the Japanese, and Desmond T. Doss.

    Reports of that day tell of Japanese advancing with rifles and bayonets to within a few feet of the medic, who was slowly lowering his men to safety. Then one of the American wounded would kill the enemy before they shot Doss. Japanese snipers reported that their guns refused to fire when they had Desmond in their sights! This went on for TWELVE HOURS!

    The Japanese tried to kill UNARMED Desmond for 12 hours. They had just wounded or killed 100 American soldiers and drove every other uninjured man off the hill, but they could not kill or even injure Doss after trying for TWELVE MORE HOURS!

    We make fun of Rambo movies because the action scenes are so ridiculously unbelievable, but what Desmond actually did was so much more amazing. In my opinion Desmond’s story is the MOST amazing story of World War II.

  3. My heros are the men and woman of 9/11, the policeman and fireman
    that ran into a burning building without a single thought for their own life and stayed even after the second tower was hit by a plane and helped so many people out of the buildings and ended up giving their own lives to make sure that as many people as they could get out of the building. God bless all of them and may they always be in our thoughts.

  4. I would have to say my hero is my dad. Now that I am grown with my own family I see more clearly the many sacrifices he made for our family. I am so grateful to him for being such a great father and role model. He worked six days a week and often on Sundays to provide for his family but still made time to spend with us. He had a way of making me feel special and loved. Dad is in his eighties now and although he lives in pain he never complains. He has taught me put others first and that makes him a hero.

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