What the heck is a hero?

A hero...

Well let's see...I don't really have any heroes but I can name some people that are close to heroes.

My definition of a hero varies of course. They can't all be the same, because what fun is life when you can't be different. However, some of the characteristics that a hero could have is that he/she is one who never gives up. One who is strong and cannot be defeated! (Gotta love Melvin!) One who wants to make people happy, who fights for what's right or alt east tries to make a difference.

One of them that I would consider a hero is Walt Disney. I mean sure, he created Mickey Mouse and all, but still. Think of all the little children he made happy. He created cartoons that helped the imagination grow. And I think he made a big difference. Reason being is, do you ever wonder what it would be like without Disney things? All the little girls and boys that he made so happy. And in a way he inspired them. Picture what it would be like without all of that. He gave children the inspiration and wills to dream. To love life and prove that there can be a happily ever after. (Even though it may no happen when you want it to.)

Second on my list would not just be one person but a group. Many people who had done nothing but give to people in need. Some of those people being heroes themselves, just needing a little boost. This group of people ask for nothing in return but smiles on other people's faces. That group would have to be the Extreme Makeover team on ABC. It amazes me how much they give. How they don't stop, and how they just keep going, wanting people to experience peace and happiness. Also, I guess you could say, they try and held people reach their happily ever after. They work as hard as they can to do as much as they can for a family ever week. I haven't seen them ask for anything not once. Even Ty who had his appendix removed still wanted to be involved while in a hospital bed. Now that's saying something.

And last but not least, I have to mention my grandma. Who's been there for me since I was born. Taking me in when she didn't have to. Spending so much money and so much time with me that we could both just scream at each other. Dealing with my mother and even myself. I used to hate her so much because I thought that it was her fault that my mother had left. Now I realize that it was just her trying to protect me and make me happy. She didn't want me in the environment that my mother lived in. My mother only wanted me out of spite and who was there? My grandma. She's given things to lots of people without them even asking. Sadly, she hasn't gotten any of it back but she could still be considered a hero.

I would call these people my heroes and all but, well I don't feel anything when I say it. There's a difference between saying it and meaning it. But had I felt it, these three choices, in no specific order, would be my heroes.