Everyday getting a little better

I always thought of my self as a normal person just doing as I was told by my parents like go to school stay focus be a good person. I thought that was is expected from me but as I mature from elementary through high school and now in college I see that being on path to follow and not giving up is being a hero I never thought of it that way. Looking back now when I was in elementary and middle school I always thought that 50% of what you learn in math was just a waste of time something that you will never you use in everyday life. But I was wrong as because later I was in a situation between distance and time I had to estimate it in my head so can guess if I can make it in time for work a certain equation I remember in middle school rang in my head and this showed me that school help me to be on time for work now as I see it education is the power I possess and I should not give up no matter what subject quiz test it is because I  can get better at it everyday I can get better and better until I am successful.

Family`s Hero

   

Everyone has their own story being hero to someone in their family, and here is my story about how I am a hero to my parents and my two younger brothers.I am a first child in my family who is going to the college in the United States. My parents will definitely proud of me between all my relatives, and no doubt about it. These days, I see my mother and dad in old age, the next day which is in my location. My mom and dad give everything for me and my brothers to develop us up from baby to mature. Watching my mother and dad develop old is not simple, as along with old age comes actual listlessness and lack of ability to run my own lifestyle. However, as an oldest son it becomes my liability to help them through their old age around. Two of my brothers will look up at me the way I act to my parents, and the way I move forward in front of them. So I have to walk on a right track in front of them, and show them how their older brother treats the parents. Not many mother and dad are approaching to the concept that they should let their kids cope with them. However, I have to do my aspect regardless of what my mother and dad think of it. I need to create sure they are secure. Mom and dad appreciate my dilemma. When there is something comes up, they always come up to me and discuss about it. I feel that I am a hero for them, and I am sure my two brothers will look at me as their older hero brother in my family. When they reach to my age, I wish and hope they also walk in my shoes as they way I did take care of my parents, my lifestyle , and good characters.

My Parents, My Hero

Throughout a child`s life my parents guide them into the right direction while being there every step of the way. My mom made the biggest impact during my childhood. She always there to guide me to success which left a positive influence on me. My dad has a responsibility to take on my family. My father took on double amounts of work. He has always told me tat no matter how hard your day, do not never give up . My mom would help me with school work and give me an idea, when i couldn't understand she wouldn't let me give up. Both of my mom and dad had given me a sense of strength and a huge amount of self confidence. Word cannot express the things my parents had done for me.

Heroes Create Creativity

   In my life, I was born the first child before I would ever expect my siblings Elijah, Alyssa, and Daniel(not in this picture); but they all look up to me somehow, someway. In this picture, I was about 16 or 17 years old visiting my mother's house for the summertime. My interest in music, the guitar, and drawing interested them so much that they wanted to learn how to play guitar, or draw. My brother Daniel has looked up to me and wonders how I can draw a person, or a beautiful design but I always tell him to keep his mind empty when he draws and let your emotions run wild. Art complimented music pretty well, my brother now favors my genre of music as well as the twins(Elijah and Alyssa). 

   My brother to this day continues drawing, and the twins both ask me to teach them guitar which the first song I've taught them is The Redemption Song by Bob Marley. My duty for them as the sibling of 3 others, is to help them pursue their creativity that they should have found by now, and so far I have gotten through to my 13 year old brother Daniel and the twins that are 9 years old. I wonder what life would have been today if we all were still stuck without technology; our creativity would have been far greater than today's world. There is hope for creativity, and there is also hope for capability. My little siblings are capable of being more creative than the average pre-teen, and there are many great minds out there who wouldn't agree more. Now for the heck of it Ill show you some other drawings of mine, it is a blog you know!

Drew this for my friend Mayra

This is my friend Gloria I also drew for her.

One of the best drawing I've ever drawn for my friend Valeria

This drawing was Junior year of High School for Art Class(I began drawing before art class)

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY FOLKS!

I think I am an everyday hero because I don't let anything bring me down and find the positive side. When I started my junior year I enter into the word of music and it was a scary experience. I didn't know anyone from there and I was scared to be judged or hated . My friend encouraged me to get in and told me that everyone there was nice and it didn't matter who you were. I was looked at in a weird way and people were questioning who I was. I continued going to the practices and continued to be looked at. People were starting to be nice to me, talking to me, putting me in a friend zone. It started to be fun learning music, learning beats from the music and I started to play the bass drum. I was probably horrible at it but little by little starting to get better. Then my peers started to be more distant and weird towards me. They were mean and there was a group of kids who would be like the popular group. They would talk about people and have there own group. I kept on ignoring them and i didn't let it bother me at all. They would talk about me and give me dirty looks. This went on for a while until a girl came up to me and told me I was talking about her. when in reality I wasn't. She wanted to fight me but never did which to me seemed so strange. Everyone stopped bothering me as much and the days went i really did not care what people thought about me and i still don't now. All this happen threw-out  the whole year and my senior go a little better. Senior year i graduated and started college but I think that is why i am a hero because i didn't let anything put me down and i do what i have to do till this day

I Am A Hero

Hi my name Brett Tellez. I would not consider myself an hero until i read some of the chapters in this book. My grandma raised her 4 children plus my cousin. My uncle had my cousin when he was young and couldn't properly raise him or his daughter. My grandma raised his two children plus me when my dad was working and my mom was flying. She broke her hip while my mom and her siblings were around the age of 12 and shes been in a wheel chair since. My grandma always had discretion about morals and standards. Raising three more kids in a wheel chair i could tell my mom venerated her dearly. As time went on my grandmas fake hip got infected and her health wasn't in great condition. She was put in the hospital by the time i was in high school. My mom and her dad thought they needed more room and space so they moved out to Nevada. I must admit making the trips out there was tough during the school year but i didn't complain. It takes four hours to drive up to where she lives plus traffic. I get lethargy from the trip up plus the fact we always go up to visit when its really hot. My grandparents do have an ac but they rarely turn it on. Doing homework and studying there was not the best environment. A couple years passed and i was a junior in high school and my mom had just gone up to visit my grandma. I received a call from my cell at 1:30. My grandma had passed. It hit me hard but not as hard as it did to my mom and my grandpa. My dad drove up with me that weekend to help my mom and grandpa come to terms with her death. I remember my grandma always said i was a good swimmer so once a week in honor of her i go swimming once a week at any pool or the beach. I visit my grandpa now more than ever to make sure he's doing okay and to keep him company. He always retrospects about his youth i try to keep him off the topic but he handles very well. Now every time i visit my grandpa i always imagine my grandma watching t.v. waiting for me. 

All journey's start with a single step forward

Hello my name is Herbie and although I don't view myself as a hero,i am someone who looks for new roads and challenges.The journey can lead to unexpected places and sometimes that more fun than the destination.

My journey and challenges have been diverse and constant for the past 9 years. I moved to Paris France in 2003 to get married .With the intentions of making Paris home for a while, I quickly recognized upon arriving at the airport in Paris, life was going to be different.  For one thing I was going to have to learn a new language and since French people are not all that friendly and gregarious with strangers. The weather poses some challenges as well. Since I have grown up in southern California and Paris France is overcast and cold most of the time, it is easy to become despondent.  My biggest challenge was going to be finding adequate employment. My occupation in the US prevents me from pursuing the same career due to the language barrier, so I was at a loss as to where to look. While discussing some possibilities with friends and family we came to the conclusion that teaching English held out the best hope. So we searched on the internet but soon many friends began to recommend me to professional and vocational schools throughout the city .I accepted one job at a small school and soon after many were calling me to come teach .This was mainly due to my background and what I did for a living while in the US .So this precipitated my teaching both in a school as well as privately. So having this opportunity to teach privately helped to subsidize my income and afford us a comfortable life.

We couldn’t afford to be impetuous but we used our money wisely and that allowed us to see and enjoy many things while living in Europe. So I have learned a new language come to understand a new culture while coming to appreciate people and what makes them so interesting. As a result of this journey I have learned many things but more than that I have met some very interesting people who I now call friends.

Being a Hero

   Being a Hero is a great role model not only for ourselves, but also for those who are in our lives. I've been through so many difficulties in life. When I was in middle school I wouldn't take school seriously. I thought it was a fritter of time just sitting in class listening to the teacher and not even paying attention to what he/she was explaining us. In middle school the usual classes they offer is about seven in some schools. I would only assist to three from all of them. My grades started going very low and it got to the point where my parents were contacted. When my parents were informed of my grades and non-participation in class as in attending classes, they decided to move me too another school where I was placed on a horrible class. Why horrible? Horrible because, in that class I had to be with the worst and bad behaving students. That made me analyze of how much things I was missing, and that all of that was irrevocable. I didn't want to relinquish my education, I started giving all my effort in school till the zenith of my middle school. I was able to accomplish my goals that I set myself and also made my parents proud of me. That was one struggle I went through, but now thanks to the great support of my parents I've made it to college. This is my fourth semester here in El Camino. I'm really grateful of all the challenges I've accomplished and continuously will. I'll be a great hero for my future baby I'm expecting and will always motivate him/her just how my parents did to me.

Every Single Day

An everyday hero that strives to become better every single day is the hero that I am today. I am a hero to my two nieces and nephew. My nephew though is my very first God-child. Some may know that being a God-parent is as important as being a parent. A God-parent is a guardian to step in if anything were to happen to his or her parents. I am the youngest of four children. I have two older sisters and one older brother. My struggle in being the youngest is not only the baby (which most people think is the spoiled one) I am the opposite of being spoiled. In my culture, sometimes it is the youngest that take care of the parents as they grow older so the more attention is focused on me. For example, I was not the brightest or most well-behaved student in high school. My grades were average but outside of school I was what you called, “the life of the party" ( if you were familiar with," the wall of fame ", during senior year –you I know what I am talking about) I was a ball full of energy. One night from not coming home the day before, my father had told me, “you’re worse than a boy"! My father meant worse than having a son. We all know boys get in trouble more than girls do, but in my situation I was "the bad kid". My older siblings at my age had it more easily. They had things handed to them, such as, a car to get to school, money for food, and even just spending money. Even today my older siblings get the comfort that the youngest should be getting but I am not the one to complain. I prove to my parents everyday that I am not who I was in high school and that I will not have a child until I am married. My two older sisters got pregnant their first or second year of college and had to take care of their child which at the time was not easy for them especially being single mothers at the time. But as they grew they got back to their feet with the help of my parents and myself. Every day after school or on the weekends I am there to help babysit. The one on one time I spend with my first niece who is 10 years old now looks up to me as a role- model. She sometimes even tells me that she is my mini me. My other niece who is 3 years old , I call her my "twinsiee", meaning "twin", because I swear to you she looks exactly like me when I was a kid and this little girl is always by my side as if she was glued to me. As for my godson/nephew who is 8 years old pretends like he does not miss me when I am not home after school when he gets out of school and asks me a billion questions every day. All three of these kids look up to me. I am their hero every day who bring smiles, laughter, and even discipline sometimes when they need it most and that is what strives me to become better every day.

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

I never knew what losing a loved one was like until it happened to me. The passing of my Grandfather did something to me. It changed me dramatically. When it happened it put me in my darkest hour. I was so despondent, isolating myself from the world. Any little thing would trigger me to become very maudlin. I would cry myself to sleep, wake up in the middle of night crying, and wake up crying as well. I wanted nothing to do with anyone during that time. I frittered away so much time from my friends and family. As much as they tried to corroborate me during those hard times I couldn't take it. Nothing made sense to me anymore. Someone who has been with me since the day I was born and watched me grow up to be the young lady that I am today to just be taken away from me in an instant is what hurts the most. In retrospect, I knew the day was gonna come when I would no longer have him in my life. I just never knew it would happen so soon. When I realized that I could no longer be sad about this was when I became resilient. I pushed through the depression and brought in pure positivity into my life. I helped my mom cope with it as well, as he was her father. That's where I seen that I could no longer be the way I was because it also affected her. Now I live my life in memory of my grandfather. Spreading the love that he gave me to those that cross my path. Forgiving those who have done me wrong, as it brings peace to my life. There's no need for negativity in my life anymore. Everything I do, I do for my grandpa. I do believe that there is life after death and I know that my grandpa is so proud of me. 

Life Changes

Hello my name is Jade Hood and I am twenty years old. I have been struggling with dyslexia almost my whole life. I found out I was dyslexic when I was in elementary school starting the fourth grade. Dyslexia is a very hard thing to deal with especially when it comes to reading, writing, and spelling. I have never given up no matter what; I just realized I had to work harder than most people. High school was one of the biggest struggles I had to deal with, not only because I had dyslexia but because I had a teacher who did not like me and he made sure he did everything in his power to estrange me. At first it, I began to relinquish than my Mom told me; “If you give up what do you have to show for?” That was my motivation every time he told me I couldn't do something. I worked my hardest to prove him wrong. My mom always scollaborate with me no matter what. Now I work for an elementary school with grades levels first to fifth. It makes me feel boastful that I can help younger children with reading and writing knowing I suffer from a learning disorder. For example I work with one of my student’s everyday with her reading and writing, she also suffers from dyslexia. I show her more ways she can break down the words and sound them out. I have even come up with some games for their memory such as; contraction, matching games, and word searches. I've noticed it’s easier for them to learn when you see the pictures or when you make a song out of words so you can remember the words in a rhythm. So far I see a lot of improvement in her reading, writing and even in her test scores. She always gives me a hard time but it is worth it in the end.

I am my own hero

In retrospective, I believe I am my own hero. I moved to the States with my parents when I was 4 years old, my parents were 23, and 24 years old. We moved to a small suburb town 30 minutes east of San Francisco. Moving to another country is hard enough, but having a language barrier is even harder.  I remember my first day of school I came home crying to my parents because I could't understand my classmates, they spoke english and I only spoke spanish. My teacher didn't help much either she had no patience for me and would tell me to speak english only, even though she clearly knew I couldn't speak it. Eventually I learned the language and was able to communicate with other classmates although, growing up I was extremely shy which made it  hard for me to make friends.  Through out Middle School and High School  academically I didn't do so well I goofed around a lot and didn't take education a serious as I should of, something I later regretted. My parents tried to talk to me and tell me education was the key to success, and I still didn't listen. After High School my parents gave me two choices: either I continued school or I got a full time job and helped out with the bills. Thinking that there was no need to go back to school I choose to get a full time job.  I worked for a retail store cleaning up dressing rooms, and picking up all the clothes people decided to drop on the floor. Soon I realized that was not what I want to do the rest of my life! The pay wasn't good and people were extremely rude and careless. I decided to go back to a technical school were I got my certification as a Pharmacy Technician. I been working in the pharmacy field for the past 8 years and I really enjoy what I do. Helping sick people in need is very rewarding to me. At the end of 2013 I made another huge decision I decided I wanted to move to LA and go back to school. Although I really enjoyed my current job and what i did I told my self "why not do better". I ended up quitting my job packing my stuff and headed to LA. This Spring 2014 is my first semester At El Camino college I still have a long way to go and even though I'm 28 years old now its never to late to get an education and be the best that I can be.

I am an Everyday Hero

               One of the most remembered struggles I had been through during my lifetime was the separation of my parents. I was only 5-years old when it happened. Everything was infallible for my family and I, nothing had been wrong. Before the incident, in retrospection, when my parents were really gregarious, I was ostentatious with them when we were walking around the block or in a store; here they were both my mom and dad together, with me. Such maudlin was ubiquitous in my mind and body. For instance, I felt like I was with the clouds up high reaching my zenith for the first five years, where no one will be able to reach me; however, after it happened I was “at the bottom of a well” where it is always dark whether it is day or night time; and no one will hear you for miles away. The depression, which I thought never existed in me, had turned out to be real and was ubiquitous in my mind and body.

               What I have done to overcome this …”bottom of a well” is seeing both of my parents on different days. For example, I see my dad on Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and every other weekend; Tuesday’s and Thursday’s and the weekend that is not with my dad, with my mom. But my brother and I live with my mom. It had made me euphoric. This happened months after the separation occurred.

               The “next step” will have to be to forget about it and move on. Because after all, we cannot be “at the bottom of a well’ for the rest if our lives and relinquish everything we admire and venerate. In my case, my parents did not seem to get along ever since they met but they stayed for my brother and I; until it was impossible to stay together and relinquished their relationship. Make sure we do not have the same struggles as someone’s parents went through and avoid them.

Think positive.

One of the hardest moments I had to go through was when my parents diverged from each other. After growing up with both of my parents it was hard for me to accept the fact that they couldn't be together anymore. I started to notice that they were having problems when I was fifteen years old. Every night they would just argue so much that it was hard for me to avoid it. During their arguments I just wanted to leave the house and come back until it was all over. Unfortunately, I did not have anywhere to go but stay in my room and cry. The only good thing about it was not having to go through it alone. My brother would always come inside my room and hugged me while I cried. This happened for about a year until they finally decided it was best if one of them moved out. My mom was the one that found a place on her own. After she left, I was really despondent. I was still in high school and it was hard for me to have my full attention to learn. I felt like I just wanted to relinquish in school and not do anything. But the one person who pushed me to do better was my brother. He would always try to keep me strong and helped me overcome this situation. Before I would always think why didn't my parents work things out and stay together. Now I faced the fact that it was the best for everyone and I just have to corroborate both of my parents. Up to this point it is still hard to have one parent not living with you. But I know that I have to keep pushing myself to do better in my future and not let it affect me as it did three years ago.

Everyday Hero.

In retrospect, Fall of 2011 was my first semester at El Camino College. I was so happy to have finally graduated from high school, but definitely not ready for college. I know this is pretty cliche' to say, but I was not a school person. For some reason, it was very hard for me to sit in a two to three hour class. Being in a classroom made me despise the thought of education. As the semesters go by, I either dropped most of my classes or stopped showing up. I frittered away money and useful time, but after a while of doing that, I started to realize that the time was ticking, faster and faster. I've never had a major chosen. I would scoff whenever the teacher assigned homework. For a while, I was despondent. I would dread every day going to school. After a few semesters, I finally had discretion. I'm the oldest sibling and I have realized that I am their role model. I needed to do well and get an education for myself and to show my siblings that they can do it too. I have been taking school very seriously now. I show up on time and do every homework assigned. I either want to major in child development or nursing. Even though I felt despondent, I now feel euphoric. I am my own hero and I am a role model to my little sister and my little brother. I want them to look up to me and be proud. I want to be proud of myself as well. I struggled the first two years of college. I feel like I accomplished nothing, but now I'm looking ahead and planning my future. I do not want to be poor and I do not want to be rich. I just want to be comfortable.

My Sisters

Retrospect I’m not an everyday hero. My family and I are our very own everyday heroes. We collaborate for every little thing.

 We adopted a Beagle named Ripley. She was our first real dog and we spoiled her rotten. My family started to realized how much we loved and cared for her. So now when people used to ask me how many siblings I had, I would say two; Ashley my eldest sister and Ripley my dog. Ripley was the world to us. One day we took her in for her check up and she had a tumor. We took it in for testing and they said it "wasn't" cancerous so we were relieved. After years they started coming back and she started to look older and more tired and we didn't know why. But in our mind we knew. Regardless of what it could have been, we still loved her and she was always there when we needed her. Her illness started becoming noticeable, the news came out that she had cancer. To my family it was a traumatic.

         My parents were so scared to tell my sister and I so they would just said, "Oh, she just has to go back into surgery. She's okay". When I found out they had to keep her at the vet I would tell my mom "No, call and see if she can come back home with us". I couldn't diverge myself feel uncomfortable knowing that she wasn't in my room with me while I was doing homework or howling when I walked through my door. She came home earlier than she was supposed too.

After dealing with all these emotions my parents needed a get away.  My parents went on a vacation with my aunt and uncle, so that meant we had Ripley all to ourselves. I noticed something different about her. Ripley was not as active anymore. Ripley wouldn't eat; it was causing her to become skinny. She even started throwing up and peeing everywhere. In my head I'm like she's being a bad girl because our parents aren't home. Looking into her eyes, I knew that it was a lie - I was telling myself. I knew that I was slowly losing her. I hated knowing the fact because my parents always told us to stay strong and not to lose focus. Those things happen for a reason and we may not be so religious but only God knows what He does and why. 

Sure enough Ripley passed away on a big day, the day my father became a US citizen. Ripley knew that the day she passed away would be a day that would change our lives and it sure did. It made me not take things for granted it made me realize I am stronger than I thought I was. Having her made me grow a big heart and be thankful for all the small things in life. This may not state that I'm an everyday hero but I'm a hero to a poor dog who was being abused and welcomed her in to a household, where she was loved and spoiled rotten with love and affection. We gave her a home she deserved and she taught us the meaning of unconditional love. All in all, Ripley was my heroine.