Hero

For most people, being a hero means wearing tights and having super powers that are on TV. For me heroes are unique individuals who constantly put people in their lives before themselves. They are devoted, strong-minded, unselfish, and willing to sacrifice for others. For that reason I chose my grandma, Mary Gilmer, over all my other heroes.

She is the kind of person who makes me feel better when I get in trouble or when I get sick. She’s there whenever I need to be fuss over at or chicken noodle soup; she tried to raise me the best she could. She did the most to make me feel safe and happy, even though she works at night at the hospital. She lives in an old blue house, with her new husband. It’s the same neighborhood that she was raised in during the 40’s and 50’s. I visit her as many times as I can a year, and when I do she is so pleased to see her second oldest grandson.

She is an unyielding spirited woman, always unwavering to fight for what she wants and believes in. Grandma has had a very difficult life and has overcome obstacles. She had to take care of her six kids and now me and my sister. She has never lost the passion for life because of her strong Baptist beliefs. Even though hard times might draw closer, or a storm may be heading her way. She is always hopeful she always says, “It’s a sign that God has the reason for doing this.” She had to overcome family matters with her first husband, my grandpa. She had a full-time job, but since he is a drunk only left her with only $40 a week to raise six kids. She made do with this while working as a cook at a local high school, and then as a CNP at the state hospital