heros

a hero can mean so many different things to so many different people. i don't know why some people look up to the people that they do, i think that hero is a term that is used to broadly, but everyone has a right to their own opinions. . . . some people just shouldn't voice theirs sometimes! haha
A hero has many different meanings to a lot of people. The term hero is sometimes only thought of as dealing with the supernatural such as superman, Spiderman, and so on. Others may contribute the title to a person who does a miraculous act whether it’s for selfish or selfless reasons. I personally think that for a person to deserve the term hero they need to have redeeming qualities and to do something that truly betters the lives of others, regardless of if their motives are selfish or not.
Social workers sometimes get a bad reputation as just people who shuffle kids through “the system”. I am sure that this does happen often, that doesn’t mean that every social worker is like that. I have two adopted little brothers, and we have had a lot of foster children stay with us for a little while, so I have some experience with social workers. Some of them truly care about the children they are protecting. Social workers have to see a lot in their line of work, not many people are able to deal with it all without becoming desensitized. There are the social workers who follow through with each child and who try to make sure that where they place the child is the best that it can be. A person who can go through all of that, see the horrors of what some children have to go through, and still be a compassionate person is a hero to me.
A person who goes through a great trial and pain, but doesn’t let it keep them down is pretty amazing. Some people let those experiences alter their personality for the worse, and they use it as an excuse about why they are doing these bad things. The amazing person will learn, and grow from it, and move on. They will use it as a reason to be better. When someone can go through anything traumatic and move on and be a better person there is something unique and spectacular about that person.
The soldiers who are out on the battle field, risking their lives for us deserve our respect and admiration. The soldiers may all have very diverse reasons as to why they are there serving their country, but nevertheless, they are there. They could be there for the glory, for their families, or because it’s a family tradition. No matter what brought them there, they are still risking their lives so that Unites States citizens can have freedom. That is pretty heroic.
There are countless stories that are told about everyday, normal people doing heroic and miraculous things. Everyone has that potential inside of them; they just need to realize it. Hope is a grand thing that gives us a reason to go on life. Heroes' bring that hope into our lives by telling us that there are people out there who do care and who will be there to help us up when we fall.
Heroes inspire and motivate people to do better than they already are. Heroes (whatever their own motives) are individuals that people look up to as a standard of what they should all be striving for. Everyone needs someone as an example of what they should be. Idols and heroes are sometimes mixed up to be the same thing. A hero changes the life or lives of someone(s) in a significant way. Every single person has the potential to be a hero.

my mom

i was missing my mom the other day so i decided to write a poem about her. i finally got online and so now i'm just gonna post what i've been writing.

The one who is always there for me.
The one who holds me when I cry.
The one who tells me everything will be ok.
The one who can always make me laugh.
The one who makes me feel safe and loved.
The one who listens to everything I have to say.
The one who never judges me, or my opinions.
The one who has been there for me through out it all.
The one who that teaches me right from wrong.
The one who has taught me everything I know.
The one that shows me the way.
The one who picks me up when I fall.
The one who never stops believing in me,
Especially when I don’t believe in myself.
The one who loves me when I don’t love myself.
The one who loves me even when I’m being stupid.
The one who always forgives me.
The one who helps me become better and better every day
The one who has been my best friend my whole life.
The one who I look up to and admire.
The one who would give up anything for me.
The one who will never hurt me. The one who accepts me as I am.
The one that knows me better than I know myself.
The one who loves me the whole world over, and who I love more.
The one and only who has my whole heart.
The one and only that I call MOM.

ying and yang

i heard a couple of kids sitting on some grass arguing about ying and yang, the prescence of evil vs. presence of good and it got me thinking. i wanted to write about it, but i really didn't know how to, so i decided to attack it in report form. it worked, i was able to categorize my ideas a lot better.
Ying and Yang is the presence of good and evil, and this concept is true in all aspects of life. Even in nature the presence of ying and yang is present. If you look into anything you can find something good or bad about it. The optimistic person can find good in any thing they focus on. Same is true for the pessimistic person, they can find something negative in anything. All around me in my life the presence of ying and yang is very apparent.
Ying and yang makes my life a lot easier to comprehend. When I understand that there is something good in everything, then it makes life a lot brighter and hopeful. Even in a bad situation there is something good that may come of it. All we have to do is look for the good in life. In school, there are some days when nothing is really going right, or there are a lot of tests that I don’t want to have to take. I could just look at that and think about how horrible a day it is or I can realize that what I am learning is preparing me for the future, and the tests will help my processing skills and test my ability to retain information.
There are days at work when my parents are completely ornery and I really just don’t want to be there to have to deal with all of the problems. When I think about how it is helping me have patience and that it is teaching me that no job is perfect, but that I just have to stick it out, that it will get better is really going to benefit me when I get a new job. We can always learn from every experience. It just depends on us if what we learn is good or bad. A bad day at work could teach me that it is justified to want to quit so I might as well, or it can teach me the pride in sticking it out and doing the best I can even though I’m not being appreciated.
Ying and yang is in us as well. I think that I am a good person who doesn’t do anything seriously bad. There is that evil presence in me called depression that makes it hard to always do the best I can. That evil part of me could easily take over if I let it, but the good part of me will never let that happen. There will always be a battle waging between good and evil, it is only when they work somewhat together that our lives move smoothly.
Cloudy and gray days are somewhat depressing, and most people would rather we didn’t have cold and windy days. With out those cold and windy days then we wouldn’t appreciate the bright and sunshiny days. Same goes for good and evil; we don’t fully appreciate the good with out knowing of evil. We are more grateful for what we have when we have had to do with out.
Being sick is terrible and no one ever likes being sick, but if we were never sick then how would we know what being healthy really feels like? I always appreciate being healthy more after I have just been sick. It is the same with everything else. The bad in the good makes us appreciate the good all the more. I am grateful for the presence of ying and yang in my life. With out ying and yang our lives would be very different from the lives that we know today.
How often do we stop to think about being grateful for something as simple as a bright, cloudless day; the simplicity of a childs' game, or the simple pleasure of a cold drink on a hot day? Ying and yang make life a lot more enjoyable. Understanding allows acceptance, the acceptance of the concept ying and yang goes a long ways to making a happy life.

hello dolly

“Hello, Dolly!” Great Grandpa Jay would call out to me when I would run to give him a hug. I know he called all of his granddaughters Dolly, but he said it in a way that made me feel like it was just for me. He always made me feel like I was someone special, his personal favorite. When I was younger, he would always listen to my stories, play games with me, read to me, and make me feel like I was number one. When I grew up into a young woman, he was the first to treat me like an adult. He still called me Dolly, but I loved the name.
Grandpa Jay was well known around town, he was always helping others and doing whatever he could when he saw a need. He was also known for his big goofy ears. Not only were they big, but he could wiggle them up and down, and if he really concentrated he could make the tips of his ears wiggle so it looked like they were waving at you. All of the grandkids tried to wiggle our ears; we wanted to be exactly like Grandpa Jay. I was so proud of myself when I was able to do it; not many of us were. When we would get together he would wiggle his ears at us and I would be able to wiggle mine right back at him. My ear wiggling wasn’t as impressive as his, but then again my ears aren’t anywhere near as big as his!
He was the type of guy who was larger than life, constantly happy and in a good mood. He would have some joke to tell us or some funny story to share and was always on the look out for funny little toys. So caring and interested in what was going on in my life, Grandpa Jay always made me feel loved. Visiting with Grandpa could cheer up anyone. Everyone really loved my Grandpa.
Saying good bye is a part of life, and saying goodbye to Grandpa Jay was one of the hardest parts of mine. He was ninety-three when he passed away. Being so old I should have been expecting it, but he was such a vibrant, exuberant man that he never seemed old. It was his time to go, which made saying goodbye a little easier.
One of my biggest hero’s is Grandpa Jay. He was always so kind, inventive, helpful, and funny. Even near death he was trying to make us happy. He was such a great example to me, I have always looked up and admired him. His outlook on life was always hopeful and sunny. Being around him I couldn’t help but feel the same way.
Life with out Grandpa Jay isn’t quite as bright. I miss hearing him calling me “Hello Dolly”. The little things that he would do are what make me miss him so much. We would always have Christmas breakfast and read the comics together. When I was little he would read to me, and as he grew older I would read to him. The first Christmas we had with out him was really hard. Looking back at our memories, I feel like he is with me again. Whenever I miss him I think back to all of the times we spent together. If I try hard enough, I can almost hear his voice saying “Hello Dolly”.

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Two roommates Lindsay and McKel are trying to get along together. Lindsay is 5’8”, slender, medium length brown hair, and slightly shy. Lindsay comes from a big family so she is used to doing everything with someone. McKel is 5’6” with short dirty blonde hair, very outgoing, and she is chubby. Being an only child McKel is used to doing things alone and doing them her own way. Their differences make these two roommates good friends, but it also makes them clash at times. After being out alone all night, McKel comes back to their apartment. Lindsay is in her room that is decorated in blue and brown accents. McKel goes into Lindsay’s room to talk and let Linz know she is home safe. Lindsay isn’t too happy with McKel for being out alone so long.

“Where have you been?” Lindsay asks McKel while checking to see what time it is.

“Out.” Is all the response that McKel can gather enough energy for.

“Out?” Lindsay asks McKel.

“That’s right.” McKel says while fixing her hair.

“I thought we talked about this kind of thing. . .” Linz slowly responds.”

“We have.”

“And?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.” McKel says confusedly.

“I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”

McKel paused for a moment, then said, “Go ahead”.

“That doesn’t help. You said you would help at least—“

“Sure.”

“Ok, that’s what I’m talking about!” Lindsay exclaims.

McKel quickly evaded with her reply, “What’s what you’re talking about?” looking anywhere but at Lindsay.

“That I just can’t deal with this kind of—“

McKel is feeling very uncomfortable at this point and just wants to stop talking about it. So she tries to end the conversation by saying, “Forget it”.

In a tone of exasperation and disbelief Lindsay curtly asks “What?”

In a tone of complete monotone McKel replies “Forget it.”

“Nothing. I’m leaving.” Lindsay turns to walk away when McKel tries to reach out to give Lindsay a comforting hug. “Don’t.” Lindsay warns McKel.

“Well. . .” McKel wraps her arms around herself, “Just don’t leave.”

With a look of determination Lindsay replies “No.”

“No?” McKel looks forlornly as Lindsay walks out of the apartment.

Watching Lindsay walk out of the apartment McKel realizes that the way she has been acting isn’t acceptable and it isn’t fair to her roommate. She wipes the silent tears that had begun to fall down her face, and slowly trudges into her room. She doesn’t know what to do or how to fix her relationship with her good friend. Instead of going after Lindsay or trying to fix the problem she decides to go out alone to a party instead.

Descriptive Barn-person in love

It is so safe and warm inside this great big barn. The walls are such a soft shade of brown, the smells are so familiar; a thousand memories come rushing back as I breathe them in. The soft whinnying of the horses reminds me of bright summer days out riding in the brilliant sunshine. Everything is always so bright and beautiful when you are on the back of a horse. Even though I long for winter to be over so that I can ride in the sun again, I am perfectly content with my life right now.
I lean a pitchfork that has fallen over back into its rightful place, while noticing how everything is so organized in the barn. Everything has its own place, its own purpose, and now I have found mine. I have meaning, I have a purpose, I have a new found joy in my life. A horse whinnies impatiently so I must stop day dreaming and feed them their grain and hay. Some of our horses can be quite impatient around this time of day. I call out to my the horses, “You silly creatures, I’m coming with your food, hold your horses!” I can’t help but laugh aloud at my own corny joke. That popular phrase is always being used, but I’m almost positive no one has had the impulse to tell it to a horse before.
I give a yelp of surprise when my favorite dog Turak gives me a nudge. “Don’t you know,” I playfully demand of him. “You’re not supposed to sneak up on people?” He is such a big German Shepherd, you’d think I’d hear and see him when he approaches me, but he can be very sneaky when he wants to be. His only response is a booming bark as he jumps up to try and give me a lick on the face. I laugh as I push him away so that I can finish my chores.
There is almost nothing better than lying next to Turak in soft clean hay listening to the sounds of the animals inside and out of the barn on a lazy Sunday afternoon. A few beams of bright sunlight streak through the cracks in the wood walls. They play tag with the rafters in the ceiling, constantly flickering and shimmering as big puffy clouds roll across the sky. Dust particles dance in the sunbeams, giving the barn an almost magical look. It almost seems as if this is where wishes come true. When you are absolutely happy, it would appear as if anything is possible. Looking around at the rows of stalls, tools, and farm equipment; I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.
There are so many memories in this musty barn, I can look ahead at what my life might be like in the future, and I can see myself making many more wonderful memories in here. I know every nook and cranny of this place. Most people don’t know, but my older sisters and I carved our initials into the back wall. I can almost see it from where I’m sitting in the hay. The chip in the door of the third stall is from when my older brothers were teasing each other and things got a little. . . carried away. Our mother never did find out where the missing hammer went. None of us were about to tell her that it broke when Jason threw it at Austin. Luckily he missed Austin and hit the door instead, or else we would have all been grounded for life! In the very back right hand corner there is a patch of dirt that is slightly higher than the surrounding ground. After making a blood oath to be not only sisters, but best friends forever, my sisters and I buried a box full of our “treasures” and mementos.
We all grew up playing around in here, making memories, creating bonds; nothing can take away what we created in here. The barn has always been the one place in my life where nothing has changed. The tackle is still hanging on the left wall, where it has been for years and years. The pitchforks, shovels, and other tools are still next to the doors; right where they have been for as long as I can remember. My world is spinning in a crazy beautiful way and I love it, but it’s nice to have something constant in my life as well. The memories and the barn keep me grounded even when I’m flying as high as I can fly.

Dear Dad:

Dear Dad:

i've never really felt accepted or loved by you. i know that you always wanted a son and that you were disapointed the day you got a daughter instead of a son. i just hope that one day you can be proud of me, proud of your baby girl. that day is far away i now, but i hope that when that day comes you will be glad you have a daughter. we've never really truly gotten along. the only times we do have fun is when i compromise and do what you want to do. i'm trying to be the best daugther possible, but its hard when you never really see ME. yes you look at me, but do you ever SEE me? whenever you needed soemone to go to work, i would alwyas be there for you instead of hanging out with my friends. you never said thank you. whenever you wanted to get out and go with mom somewhere or when you were just sick of the boys, i was the one who took them off your hands so you could have alone time. did you even notice how much i did that for you? i can count on one hand how many times you have actually told me you loved me. you have never once said you were proud of me. i'm sorry i haven't ever done anything for you to be proud of, i'm trying. i hope that one day you will be able to tell me what you think and feel. i want to have a connection to you, but its so hard. you have never been there for me, and i hope that someday you will want to be there. i love you dad and i hope that one day you can feel comfortable in telling me that too.

sincerely, amber

Uneven Sidewalk

I was a little stressed out one night so i took a walk by myself. it was very refreshing to be outside and to be by myself. I'm not used to living around people, or by suburbia, so its a little weird to me. usually when i go on walks then its on a dirt road in the middle of a field; this is a nice change.
As i was walking i tripped-which is very typical of me. i looked down to see what i had tripped over and it was the sidewalk. it was so dark i hadn't seen that it was extremely uneven. I couldn't really see anything or see if it was safe to walk. all i could see was where i wanted to go and the basic path i had to follow. i couldn't see the obstacles in my way or if i was going to be on safe ground or have sure footing or not. this got me thinking about life. all we can really see is where we want to end up and the basic things we need to do to get there. we can't see what is going to be in our way or if we are going to trip over something.
it didn't matter that i couldn't see if i was going to fall or not, i kept walking. in life it doesn't matter if i'm going to fail or not, i keep trying. thats all i can do is to keep trying. luckily in life we have friends and family who will be there to catch us when we fall and to help us see the path. sometimes my parents have a "flashlight" where they can beam a light on a section of the sidewalk/my life and let me know what i should do to cross safely. my friends also have flashlights and they help me a lot too. i just hope that i can help them when they need it too. for some reason our flashlights usually only work for other people. why is that? i can see what others should do a lot clearer than i can see what i should do. all i can do is try and hope for the best.
just keep going and never give up. it doesn't matter how many times i fall or fail, as long as i keep striving after my goals.