What really made my mother an outstanding hero is that Santa’s present was always ten times better than her own.
She’d even act surprised when I beamed a huge smile after unwrapping the present to find just what I wanted.
Till this day mother’s heroic lesson about life skills is continually exhibited in my teenage career.
It is because of my mother’s lesson that I try to discipline myself to do things that I would otherwise procrastinate from.
I have been mentioning her in almost all of the essays I write. Mother Teresa (born Agnes Gonza Bojaxhiu) was certainly no beauty. In the almost 70 years since Mother Teresa made her commitment, she never wavered.
The problem is, I cannot really express how I feel about her in just words. Ever since, I already knew he was in a better place. In his book, "Great Souls," journalist David Aikman describes how Mother Teresa never relied on worldly power. They will stop at nothing to provide you with the security of safety; and will share with you the knowledge required for survival.A hero doesn’t have to have impeccable character, high importance in society, or have a classic sandwich named after them in the local pub.Below is the completed assignment expressing my personal definition.The experiences and thoughts expressed here are quite personal. My Hero, My Mother Everyone in the world has a different opinion about what a hero is.It proceeds: You saw me with spittle and blood, You knew my features, through grimy with sweat, When I was laughed at, you stood by my side, When I was happy, you shared in my joy. I received a phone call from my mother in November of my junior year. As the conversation continued, I could sense a change in my mother. "My Mother" It took me nineteen years to realize what an extraordinary influence my mother has been on my life. Another thing I admire about my mother is that she is a strong woman. I now know that my mother fought cancer and it didn"t have a chance. My mother is a hero in the sense that she didn’t hesitate to make me happy.She didn’t ask for anything in return for my glowing Christmas smile, or even dare to take credit for Santa’s doing.My mother is not my whole life, but she is a really big part of it. I have known her for sixteen years, three months, one day and nineteen hours. I was the foundation of her joy, strength, peace and love. I do not remember my mom having a hard time explaining to me my situation - having no father. She explained things very simply, like she knew everything. I thank her for telling me the truth, so that I did not need to believe a lie that would have made things "easier" for me. She showed me how to handle these feelings of anger, fear, guilt, joy, sadness, excitement, hate and anxiety. I learned from her that giving is a lot harder than taking, but the former is much more satisfying when it is done. I am sure she is right because half of her life, she has been giving me what I need, and in spite of all that years of giving, she is happy. My whole world does not only revolve around her, but she is the most influential person who inspires me. I know her very well, and I had learned to love her since the day we first met. When in fact, not knowing the truth would have made things complicated. She has taught me all I need to know to live life as a sixteen-year old teenage girl. Though very slowly, I am learning how to give freely.