My Hero Essay

Heroes demonstrate many acts of generosity, bravery and wit in the face of danger, and put aside their own needs for others. They are also admired and appreciated by many that have heard of their acts. Heroes will always be remembered. They can be found in today’s news like Harry Swimmer of the CNN Heroes series, or in old stories, such as Robin Hood. Although Rosemary Sutcliff’s Odysseus is a hero to some but that is very debatable, because there is much evidence that he is the opposite of a hero.

 

Although Odysseus displays some heroic acts in the book The Wanderings of Odysseus, by Rosemary Sutcliff, Odysseus’ heroic qualities do not compare to his sins. Odysseus shows wit and determination but his many acts of hubris is never heroic. Odysseus shows excessive pride after cleverly blinding Poseidon’s son, the cyclops, Polyphemus. “If anyone asks who blinded you, tell them it was Odysseus, son of Laertes and Lord of Ithaca, Odysseus the Sacker of Cities.” Odysseus taunts Polyphemus after he have wounded him and causes Poseidon to bestow a curse on Odysseus and his men for this act. A true hero would have tried to save himself and his men but not shown ignorance and boasted about his win.

 

Harry Swimmer is a hero and a friend to many disabled kids that went to his non-profit farm. He works all day to help kids that normally can’t ride to ride horses. It takes two-hundred volunteers every day to help so many kids ride. They need two sidewalker and one leader for one horse and one child. It’s been running for twenty-two years now and he never gets tired. Harry feels like his farm is a “Sanctuary to the kids that come”, and “It’s not just my farm it’s their farm too.” Both show how much he cares for all of them, and how much he wants to help. It helps all the children build up their core muscles so if they couldn’t walk or speak or sit up they can.

Without heroes the world would fall into a deep pit of selfishness and cruelty. Nobody would help the helpless. Nobody would inspire people to be their best selves. Heroes like Harry Swimmer bring the world out of that darkness with their generosity and bravery. People like Odysseus are the culprits that brought the world into the pit with their selfishness. Lots of people think that heroes are the people that fight crimes and put bad guys behind bars. That’s not true. Heroes can be found in everyday life; they can be your mom or dad, your best friend. We are living in a world that needs more heroes. More people to save the hungry, more people to save the animals, more people to help us.  After learning about so many wonderful people that are heroes, actual ones, I decided I need to step it up. I need to make a change in  the world, help the world on it’s path to greatness and peace. Everybody needs to make a change for the better.

My Book Partnership!

My partner and I read Bud, not Buddy. Our partnership was enjoyable and fun because we are so much alike. I really like my partner, Stella, and would like to work with her again. I’m proud that I talked more in our discussions. One challenge for me was to not read a head. I love just reading for a while and the book is so interesting.

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Hey! This is my Personal Narrative!

I got the wind knocked out of me. It is possible that I could of landed on my feet, but that didn’t happen because I fell right on my tailbone… How about five minutes earlier, just to make everything make sense…

He reared, bucked, leaped, and ran. Everything that a spooked horse would do. While all that happened, I just thought “WOAH! What is happening? I have no idea! AHHHHHHH!” It was like a roller coaster, yeah I like that. It flashed before my eyes right before my brain could catch up. Maybe it is like when you remember a memory that you didn’t know before.

I fell, flying through the air. Up and up and up it almost to the ceiling. Weeeee, (Nope)! I sunk to the ground as soon as I have taken lift off. Right on my butt, BAM! I was on the muddy dirt ground. Here we go, back where I started. My breathing did get shallow, probably because the wind got knocked out of me. I also got scared, afraid of that horse, Louie. An earthquake after shock. Rumbling, shaking, everybody running, afraid, scared. I might have quit horseback riding. And right then and there reality came back. It was like a bowling ball doing a lopoddity loop. Hitting all those pins, you celebrating, then it coming straight back at you, hitting right in the middle of your stomach. I was shocked, eyes shut trying to hold myself together. Like a building that’s about to fall. Then they rushed in; the instructors comforted me, told me that I was ok, and that I got the wind knocked out of me. They explained what that was, sort of. It made no sense, most of it probably because I was crying through the whole explanation. My mom came in and pulled me into her lap ( my building of protection fell,  my mom a crane rebuilding me). Everyone staring, I don’t care. I just fell of a horse, I smelled my mom’s pants. The smell conforted me, I knew she was there. I thought about what just happened. Pulling each and everything into the mind of me. Piece by piece, brick by brick. “Getting on the horse named Louie, walking in the rink a little bit, start trotting, spooks, rears, runs, I fall off, shallow breathing, people run, crying, mom, right now.” After that load of thinking I need a walk (the weight coming back), to walk off the stiff feeling that you can’t move. The building of my mind coming back. To walk off the pain, the thoughts, trying to calm down. The building is secure, just shaken. I smell the cold air of the evening, I look around I see others riding. Having fun, not knowing what could happen right now. I smile looking, watching them knowing that they are learning. Like I do, I stop walking and think.

My mom starts talking, a pep talk I believe. “I know you just got bucked off but you can get back on. Have a great time and ride. You took a lot of air and that must of hurt but you can go on and, have fun. You will build yourself up, and go at your peak. Just keep on riding and you love the horses. That will never get in the way of anything. Know that, and go on and ride.” With that I started walking back, with that I said “Thanks Mom. I will ride on again.” Me and my mom went up the stairs to the office to see if I am riding Louie again.  

 

Hey! This is my Personal Narrative! I choose to this piece to because it was a challenge finding the right words to describe this hmm… whats the right word… important adventure. It was really hard to define words into different categories, so that I could make my writing meaningful. Like not literately, non-realistic and realistic. I really wanted to make whoever was reading really understand the experience. I also put in a lot of analogies, I love analogies! I had to work really hard on cutting out analogies because there were to many. A learning habit I focused on was focusing on focusing on my work instead of getting distracted. Finally from working on this piece I learned to many analogies will make your writing piece very confusing.

    

 

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