What is a hero? To many people, the word hero could mean so many different things. Technically, it is defined as "a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities." While many times this is true to me, when I think of the word hero, I think of my father. My father was my best friend, my first love, my number one role model, and most importantly my hero. I was daddy’s little girl from the time I entered this earth. I had this six foot seven man wrapped around my finger. Anything I wanted I got. A lot of fathers in today’s time aren’t there for their children. I was beyond blessed to have this loving, brave, encouraging, God-fearing, man in my life. He never once left my side for the short fourteen years we shared together and I
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I have spoken to many parents and their worse fear is to lose their child to death, but as a child, my worse fear became a reality when I lost one of my parents; my daddy. Losing my dad put me in this place of darkness, anxiety, fear, and depression that by the grace of God I was able to overcome and finally get to the place I am today. My dad was born right here in South Carolina on November, 23rd 1966. His name was Steve. If you could see him, you would see a tall man (six foot seven to be exact), and he weighed around two hundred and fifty-six pounds. His eyes were a deep beautiful blue almost like a clear Caribbean ocean. He had dark brown hair that was cut into a buzz cut, he had a mustache, and the hair on his face was somewhat similar looking to Bradley Cooper’s. He had perfectly straight white teeth which of course made him have a beautiful smile. Growing up in South Carolina you can imagine that he had a deep country accent. However, he
I have spoken to many parents and their worse fear is to lose their child to death, but as a child, my worse fear became a reality when I lost one of my parents; my daddy. Losing my dad put me in this place of darkness, anxiety, fear, and depression that by the grace of God I was able to overcome and finally get to the place I am today. My dad was born right here in South Carolina on November, 23rd 1966. His name was Steve. If you could see him, you would see a tall man (six foot seven to be exact), and he weighed around two hundred and fifty-six pounds. His eyes were a deep beautiful blue almost like a clear Caribbean ocean. He had dark brown hair that was cut into a buzz cut, he had a mustache, and the hair on his face was somewhat similar looking to Bradley Cooper’s. He had perfectly straight white teeth which of course made him have a beautiful smile. Growing up in South Carolina you can imagine that he had a deep country accent. However, he