Who is your hero?

[WriterDom]

I have a new one. Even though I have admired him since the 70s when I got to see him at the Masters in person.

Gary Player.

Now I know you either love or hate golf. There isn't much in the middle. But if you are a golfer or know one get them is book titled

The Golfer's Guide to the Meaning of Life.

It's a real gem and I have already gotten Desert Rose to order it for her son.

Gary was and is a stud. At 70 or so his workout would put most men to shame. He played in the Masters in 1957 and saw how far Jack and Arnie hit the ball. He knew to complete he had to get stronger. So he did what no golfer did at the time. pumped Iron. When everyone in the game said that was a bad idea.

The character of the man is amazing. He won the U.S. Open in 65. 25,000 dollars. And handed the check right back to the sponsor and told them to give the money to cancer research and into the junior program. He also built 2 schools for 500 black children within a hundred yards of his ranch and sees to it that they get the best of everything.

It's a little book. 132 pages. No how to in it. More of how lessons learned on the golf course relate to life. But it has make me want to saddle up and play a round.

 

[Marquis]

He also makes pants, yes?

 

[WriterDom]

Yep. Can find them at Men's Wearhouse. Pretty reasonable too. He was famous for wearing all black. Or white at times too I think.

 

[shy slave]

My hero has always been Robert The Bruce, I even named my eldest son after him.

Next in line as a hero was Saint Andrew, I named my youngest son after him.

Now my heros are my sons.

 

[midwestyankee]

Gary Player met the challenge of Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer head-on and came out an equal. His story is especially remarkable when you consider that he travelled back and forth from South Africa for years, covering zillions of air miles each year. The jet lag alone would have killed most mortals. I don't recall the stats, but my recollection is that Gary is about 5' 6" and never weighed much more than 150.

 

[Homburg]

My dad. Yeah, it's not exciting, but he has always been my own personal example of a damned good man. He overcame a helluva a lot as a young man, and basically turned himself into a stellar person. I've never once seen him do one damned thing that was out of line with his personal ethics, and watched him take it in the neck for those ethics too.

I could talk about the things he did, but they don't really matter. He's an ethical man in a shady world. And my hero.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

My little girl.

 

[YourCaptor]

I don’t have a hero, never have had one, I suppose I have trouble looking up to people. I haven’t yet been able to decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

 

[madetotakeit]

My Grandmothers-both strong women in their own ways. My Father-I'm very much a Daddy's girl and always will be. The people I dispatch-the things they see, deal with, and overcome on a regular basis would make most people run or simply turn away.

 

[Velvet Bubbles]

Other than certain family members, Danny Kaye.

 

[cherokee_dove]

My heros are two groups.

The men and women who put their lives on the line everyday for our country.

And the men and women of the NYC Fire & Police Departments for their bravery in a time of grave disaster to our country.

 

[twysted73]

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=580130

Professorquixote...because he can whip the asses of 37 5 year olds over in Betticus's thread.

Whereas I....

http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/

..............can only whupp 23 of the little bastards.

See I don't need to be smarter then a 5th grader.

 

[EmpressFi]

My mom -
http://www.dream-designs.net/shared/mygradnursing2.jpg
In 1949, had a child out of wedlock and didnt hide away in a time when it wasnt done. In 1960, with her youngest child just turning 3, she buried her husband. She then put herself through nursing school. In 1968, despite the whinings of my brother, she fell in love and married my father. From 1980 - 1981, she took care of my father as cancer stole his memory, including his memory of who she was. She buried my father in 1981. In 1988, at the age of 63, she left the only town she'd ever lived in to move to Virginia Beach to help my brother raise his 4 year old son.

and...

My dad -
http://www.dream-designs.net/beth/images/Icandoitmyself.jpg

My dad died when I was 12 and he was 67 years old, fairly old I admit. However, he died after a 5 year battle with emphysema and lung cancer in a time (he was diagnosed in 1976) where the only treatment was surgery and this experimental thing called radiation. A couple of years into it, they wanted to test this new thing ~ chemicals that would hopefully kill the cancer cells... unfortunately, they killed good cells too. I know my view of my father is skewed because of his illness and that I am..was.. a daddy's girl. But in my mind's eye, I see him as the strong, proud man he was. I loved his hands. I loved his stubbornness of conviction. To meet my father, you'd never guess he quit school at 14 to go to work to feed his family with his dad died. I've never met a man I admire more.

http://www.dream-designs.net/beth/images/DadMomAlice.jpg

They are my heroes. Life handed them a lot of shit. Lots of loss and pain, terrible pain. My mom faced it with this streak of silly that I've seemed to inherit. My father, with a stoicism, a sense of, "that's alright, I'm fine", that I use today (much to the frustration of Malin and Master). I admire their faith that never ..ever.. waivered and a devotion to each other that was.. well it's the reference I measure all my relationships with.

 

[Ganyeka]

Fi, thats a great thing you've written there. I hope my kids can feel that way about me one day. Right now they are 9, 6 and nearly 4, so Daddy is still a mystical being.

My parents are, sadly, not my heroes. I don't hate them or anything, but mostly I have learned from them in the "I won't be doing THAT when I grow up" sense. You know what they say - if you can't be a good example, at least serve as a warning to others. They have done that well, for me at least.

My hero would have to be my wife. Her Mother (an amazing woman) died 12 years ago when the cancer came back and got her the second time round after being banished 5 years earlier, or so everyone thought. My wife really could have used her Mum over the years. They were linked and bonded those 2 in a way I rarely see with Mothers and Daughters. The loss was hard on her, but she gave the ulogy and was strong. She only ever let go with me. Everyone else saw a tower of strength, pain, but strength. Her Dad had a series of strokes 2 years ago, and she is the one who has shouldered the bulk of the load, and made sure he keeps his dignity and feels the love of his family.

Now we have 3 kids and she is an amazing mother to them. I mean in the sense that she is so involved in their lives, and is such a positive and nurturing influence. I have no idea where she gets the patience. They adore her, all of them. When some bumpy stuff happened with the business and we needed some extra cash coming in she started a Drama School for young kids (she used to be a drama teacher) and if I could explain how amazing the thing she has created is I would, but I already get cained for posts that are too long.

At 37 she is more beautiful now than when we met, she makes time for us as a couple, is a fantastic host, has created a wonderful home for our family and supports me like a tigress.

She is my hero. Better and more real than all of the others I could rattle off who I admire, or who have inspired and influenced my life. The famous names. They play a role, but she is, if anyone is, my hero.

 

[trisquel_astur]

My wife and subbie! (Love you, birdie!)

She let home, city, country, land and ever continent to come to me!

Miles: 5642.80
Kilometers: 9080.96

 

[maybenicegirl]

My heroes are people who think outside the box and are not afraid to make it known even though their ideas may be unpopular... people who raise what some consider extreme ideas often for the sake of just making people think.

George Carlin, Hunter S. Thompson, Frank Zappa, and Oscar Wilde come to mind.

 

[Lilith]

Rosalind Franklin

 

[Breaker_Morant]

The name says it all.

 

[intothewoods]

Hero is a word that always felt weird to me, but I always thought Emma Goldman was really neat.

 

[FurryFury]

I can't think of anyone in particular right now but generally people who overcome are my heroes.

Sometimes I'm my hero. Other times I hate me though.

LOL.

 

[ShyVixen]

Elizabeth the First.

I've always admired the hell out her. She survived in a man's world and never compromised her ideals, plus she was incredibly intelligent.

 

[MasterPhoenix]

Pete Seeger- He is a gifted musician, and rather than building a personal fortune he made music that speaks for those who can not always speak for themselves. He was brought up in front of the House UnAmerican Activities committee and rather than back down or name names, he invoked his first amendment right to freedom of association. It cost him dearly, as he was essentially banned from TV and Radio for the next 15 years. If you ever get a chance to see it, there is a great biography of him called "The Power of Song."

Al Davis- I am a Raider fan, so this should come as no surprise. Yeah, Al has been known to be sneaky and underhanded at times, but why I look up to him is that he built his team in his image. He said "FUCK YOU" to those who didn't think it could be done, and had great success. (The last few years have been painful, to say the least, but overall...)

 

[Tebazile]

My Grandpa (on my Mom's side). His childhood was horrific and sad, but he rose above it... so very far above it. And only those closest to him knew. No one ever wondered "Geez... was he hit as a kid, or something?". He was the kindest, most selfless, most amazingly inspiring person I have ever encountered, and he saved my life in more ways than one.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v403/lovebites13/grandpa.jpg

 

[missdesiree]

My dad has always been my hero. He was ever encouraging, charming, positive and optimistic. Never had a harsh word or unfair hand. Extremely intelligent and affectionate,... the list is long. I am and always will be a daddy's girl. I am blessed he is still in my world. We are far away from each other but we speak often and deeply. I always thank him for anything he offers and tell him I love him very much. We have a mutual admiration for each other. My Dad has taught me so much, how to be resourceful, and formidable; how to be a lady and a presence; how to slay the dragons of life and enjoy the richness of living.

My older sister is my only other hero. I could not have picked or created a better sister- kind, intelligent, generous, sexy, strong..... on and on. I have given her so many gray hairs! She is 6 years older than I but always made me feel her equal. I was never in her shadow- I was always right next to her. She has been my confidant and best friend and mentor since I can remember. I would easily, without question give up my life for her as she would give hers for mine.

missdesiree

 

[TeachMeSir]

This is a subject close to my heart at the moment.

My hero's are all the spouses of deployed service members who keep the home fires burning.

They parent solo.

The make all home decisions without their spouses input, twisted up inside wondering if they are doing the right thing, and no-one to talk to about it because the one the want to please is gone.

They drop whatever it is they are doing to 100% devote themselves to their spouses when they get that one unexpected phone call, sometimes frustratingly over a sat phone where only 1 word in 3 is understood. When they want to complain about how hard it is for them, when they are lonely, when they want advuce, they understand that others have it worse, that their loved one is not only lonely but far away form home and they must reassure them, love them & listen to them, or chatter on about the jouys of home, tethering them to the family.

They didn't sign up for this. They made no conscious choice to suffer like this. But they love their other half and do anything & everything in their power to keep their spirits up.

They network, take newer spouses under their wing. Pass information, advice and just a hand of friendship when a new spouse is lost, a long way from home, floating through & wondering if they are cut-out for this life.

And when there is a reunion, they put ther complaints, their needs & their stresses behind them and are the Rock of Gibralta for the newly returned. No demands, just letting the horrid stories of war slowly trickle out so they can understand better & so support with more strength.

This is in no way to dimish the roles that servicemenbers play. But in my job, I see those left behind looked over, not appreciated, forgotten.

They suffer as much. They live without their spouse, the love of their life, their best freind, their chldrens Mum/Dad and yet they keep them alive in the home with pictures and stories and a home fire burning.

It is hard. But they don't complain. They just let their other half know that they love them, they are proud of them & they will stand behind them no matter what.

So, to the spouses of all servicemembers, expecially during times of war & deployment - You are my heros.