What are heroes? I believe in heroes, “Why you ask?” I didn’t start believing in heroes till the summer of 2008. To me I thought that heroes where stupid self-righteous and wana bees. Then some problems started between me and my step dad. So I ended up going through a suicidal faze. I wanted to end my life because my step dad was blaming me for everything that wasn’t working out between him and my mom. The night I was going to kill myself in front of my parents, was the night my life had changed. My mom called the cops! When they arrived they decided that I should move out for a while. However that’s what I was wanted. Because I was tired of fist fighting with my step dad every time he got mad and tried to take it out on me.
I moved out and was living with my grandmother. Everything was going quite well for a while until my step dad was still blaming me for everything that had happened. So I was going to kill myself for sure this time. So I wouldn’t have to deal with the agony and pain my dad was causing me, except they caught me in the process. So then away I went off to River Crest Mental Hospital. Right then and there was the first time I had ever seen my mom cry as much as she did. She told me not to worry because it was tears of joy and that it wasn’t tears of sadness because she knew that she was helping me. That day is when knew that I had a hero! My hero was my mom. The funny thing is that she had always been my hero. I just never took the time to open my eyes and see it.
A week later when I got out of River Crest it was on a Wednesday. My church youth leader called me and asked me if I would like to go on a church retreat to Glorieta, New Mexico. I went. We were going to be gone for a week. On that Thursday on the retreat I had accepted Christ as my savor. Now who knew that God can give us heroes? He gave me one, he gave me my mom. So do you believe in heroes? I do.