I wandered through the fog, vainly searching for something, anything to grab onto. Everything I touched seemed to slip out of my grasp. Joy, love, happiness; it was all gone. Suddenly, I felt a hand in mine, pulling me into the light. I looked up at the friendly face and held on for dear life.
People say that heroes are role models. Someone who save lives. Not all heroes are like that, but mine is. Cassidy Daugherty may not wear a spandex costume or fly around town, but that’s not what I find important. A real hero is someone who jumps in and saves you, even if they don’t know what monster you’re facing, and that’s exactly what she did.
About a year ago, it seemed like nothing was right in my world. Stress filled my mind, heart, and the cracks in my soul, leaving me with a strong feeling of dread. …show more content…
I was stuck on a cargo net, trying to climb onto the platform. Reaching for the next rung, I forced myself to concentrate on getting to the top, but I was struggling. All of a sudden, my feet weren’t underneath me, and I was back at the bottom, tears stinging my eyes from the fear of falling. I thought I couldn’t make it all the way up, and I was about to give into the temptation of quitting, but then I heard a voice. The only noise I could hear through my own sobbing was Cassidy, screaming, “You got this Camille! I know you can do it!” Feeling uplifted, I focused on her voice, and in less than a minute I was standing on the platform, staring out at the obstacle I had overcome and the person who helped me complete it.
Looking back, I now realize all the times Cassidy and I have laughed, cried, and yelled with each other. She’s my inspiration for so many things, especially for my life. Every time I’m sad, joyful, or angry, Cassidy is there, cracking jokes and reminding me why we exist in the first place. After all, a friend can only go so far, but your hero can take you all the
People say that heroes are role models. Someone who save lives. Not all heroes are like that, but mine is. Cassidy Daugherty may not wear a spandex costume or fly around town, but that’s not what I find important. A real hero is someone who jumps in and saves you, even if they don’t know what monster you’re facing, and that’s exactly what she did.
About a year ago, it seemed like nothing was right in my world. Stress filled my mind, heart, and the cracks in my soul, leaving me with a strong feeling of dread. …show more content…
I was stuck on a cargo net, trying to climb onto the platform. Reaching for the next rung, I forced myself to concentrate on getting to the top, but I was struggling. All of a sudden, my feet weren’t underneath me, and I was back at the bottom, tears stinging my eyes from the fear of falling. I thought I couldn’t make it all the way up, and I was about to give into the temptation of quitting, but then I heard a voice. The only noise I could hear through my own sobbing was Cassidy, screaming, “You got this Camille! I know you can do it!” Feeling uplifted, I focused on her voice, and in less than a minute I was standing on the platform, staring out at the obstacle I had overcome and the person who helped me complete it.
Looking back, I now realize all the times Cassidy and I have laughed, cried, and yelled with each other. She’s my inspiration for so many things, especially for my life. Every time I’m sad, joyful, or angry, Cassidy is there, cracking jokes and reminding me why we exist in the first place. After all, a friend can only go so far, but your hero can take you all the