Audie Leon Murphy: My Hero

When I was little, I thought the only heroes were the ones in comic books. The ones who ran around with a cape swishing in the wind, but as I grew older, I figured out that heroes are average Joes that do extraordinary things. Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, different types of ethnicities, and all different backgrounds. They all have different stories. Some heroes fight for our country. Others save people’s lives in hospitals. While some others fight for everyday survival for their families. The list could go on and on, but then comes the question, how do you define a hero? The hero I chose in World War II is Audie Leon Murphy. Murphy was 18 when he was enlisted in the infantry because no one else would take him. He was short, small, …show more content…
He is my biggest supporter and motivator. He went to every single one of my dance recitals, softball games, and basketball games. He would be the crazy father in the stands shouting and hollering making himself known. My father is the kindest person I know. When he was in high school, he invited his best friend, since kindergarten, to stay with him at his house. At the time, Jason, my dad’s best friend, was homeless because his mother kicked him out of her house. My father invited Jason to stay at his house. He took Jason under his wing and treated him like a second brother. My father is the bravest person I know. When he was 18 years old, he was diagnosed with having a cyst on his optic nerve. He had to get shunts put into his head to relieve the pressure on his brain. After his surgery, he was extremely sick for a month thinking that he was going to die, but overtime he recovered. Moreover, three years ago my dad was hit by a car while riding his road bike down a country road. He was rushed to Parkview, where they found out that his right arm was broken, he had several facial fractures, multiple teeth missing, and bleeding in the brain. He had two surgeries. One was to fix his arm by putting an 8 inch plate in his wrist, and the second was to wire his jaw shut. He was in the hospital for a week, and he had his jaw wired shut for 3 months. With his jaw shut, he had to eat blended food through a straw. With having no solid …show more content…
I am far from it. I am just a nameless person in human history. I will probably never fight for my country. I will never save anyone’s life, and I have no clue if i’ll ever be anyone’s hero. The only people who will hopefully remember me is my family and friends, and that’s good enough. I would rather have a few good people remember me than the world. The people who are close to me would know the actual me. They would know the strong, independent girl who bounced right back up after the crap hits the fan. Throughout my life so far, I have always tried to be the person everyone could go to. The person who would let them cry on my shoulder. I have tried to be the rock for everyone. I always try to put my feelings second. I make everyone else feel better before myself. For example, when my dad was in the hospital, I let my mother cry on my shoulder. I didn’t shed a single tear because I knew I had to be the strong one for the both of us. And whenever my dog, of 15 years died, I didn’t cry either. I was the shoulder that everyone cried on. These examples may sound sad like it is unfair to me, but its not. I feel wonderful when people come to me. It makes me feel needed. Yes, it takes a toll on me because of what I do. I have a terrible time sharing and expressing my feelings because when I do, I feel like I don’t deserve it. Plus, people think i’m emotionally constipated. Oh well, this is the price I pay to make others feel better, and I wouldn’t change