You Too Can Be A Hero Novels & Stories

一 My mother came close to me at the edge of the pool. 一 In the good things in life, no matter how much they try to make me sad I always get stronger, no matter what the obstacle I know I will always win 一 I spoke firmly. 一 This was the woman I raised you to be, look at me 一 She asked and so I did 一 Never let anyone try to put you down, always remember where your strength comes from. 一 I know mom, the Beatrix from before doesn't exist anymore, no matter who she is, nobody will try to humiliate me because I know my worth.

“Perhaps.” “Perhaps, you already are,” I said. “You did save me back in Hammerhorn, remember. I couldn’t warn the town without you.” “You also saved us last night,” Katie added. “That makes you a hero like Sam.” Zeki was taken aback. For a long time, he was pondering in deep thought. “Hero, huh,” he muttered.

I whisper. And then I realize… if I can protect someone the way she’s always protected me — then maybe I’ve got a little of that hero in me too. But if anyone else tries to say otherwise, they'd better be ready to bleed for it.

“Tell us what you’re thinking about.” Nothing. “It’s okay to be upset about what happened. What you had to do was very hard for someone your age.” Still nothing. Dominic tried next. “You saved Mommy’s life back there. You saved all our lives. That makes you a hero in my book.” Debbie finally spoke, but her voice was so quiet I almost missed the words. “Heroes don’t kill people,” she repeated the words she’d been saying every time someone called her a hero. “Debbie—”

Holding her young shoulders with his hands on both sides, he answered her question softly. “Yes Erica, not only have you met some Heroes, you also have them in your life. Your Mum who seems to have sacrificed everything for you is one of the Heroes and your brother who stood up to me the first day we met and whom I am sure will always love and protect his sister, is another hero you have in your life. With all these, why else would you be searching for another hero in your life sweetheart? Some of us don’t even have one in our lives, we had to be our own heroes from a tender age.” The man finished softly and I could feel the emotions behind his words.

She noticed the baby seemed especially joyful when classical music was playing, perhaps a sign of the unique bond between a mother and her child. Abigail opened the book and began in a soft voice, "Baby, tonight I'm going to tell you about a hero. The hero of our story is someone truly remarkable. Pay attention, okay? Do you know what makes a hero? Many say it's those with talent and bravery, always there to lend a hand. Others think of our brave firefighters and soldiers, who protect us. They indeed are magnificent heroes, strong and dignified. Their efforts give us our peaceful, happy lives. But in my eyes, heroes aren't just them. Everyone who's kind in this world is a hero. And you, my b

“Mama! Uncle Jake says Grandpa was a hero who fought bad guys!” “He was. A real hero.” “Like superheroes?” “Better. Because he was real. Heroes don’t need capes or powers. They just need courage to speak truth when everyone wants silence.” “Was you a hero too?” “I don’t know. I just did what I thought was right. Sometimes that means fighting. Sometimes it means building. Sometimes it just means loving your family fiercely enough to survive impossible things.” “I want to be hero,” Emma declared. “Then be kind. Be brave. Tell truth even when it’s hard. Stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. That’s what real heroes do.”

Dumbass. “They are just jealous of you love, they wish it was them doing this” she said. I just ignored them and rubbed all her body with sunscreen. When I was done, she stood up and let her hair down from the bun it was and allowed the wind to flow through them, she looked like a model. I honestly thought she would become a model but she said most models are bitches, I laughed when she said that.

"So what are we going to do today? Meditation? Yoga?" "Are you really sure about this?" "I am. Besides I have nothing to lose." This is a dream come true for me. I know it sounds cliche, it sounds boring but that's what I feel. I want to be a hero. I want to be someone others need. Someone who has something to protect. "All right," He sighed, sitting across me in the vast lawn grass. "I'm glad you decided to stay but in case you change your mind I'm going to remind you, I told you I will only say that once. There's no turning back, Harper."

Tay says, and I take his hand and squeeze it a little. “You can't be a hero in every one's life you know?” I say and press my lips together with a small smile. “But I can at least try,” Tay whispers. “Even Heroes need saving sometimes, my love.” I freeze after I blurt out the last two words, I never thought I would live to say. My heart is beating fast, the room is quiet, and I want the ground to open and swallow me. “What did you just say?” Tay whispers, asking, his breath right on my face.