Who is your Hero?

[Disablednurse]

Most everyone has had a hero sometimes in their life. Who is your hero? My hero is my husband. He is so optimistic, even when times seem bad. He recently lost his right foot r/t diabetic ulcers and osteomyelitis, but he never let his spirits get down. HE has always been there for me and during my sickness he has done his best to keep me up. He works hard to keep my self esteem up and has worked to help me build my self confidence. He loves me unconditionally and stives to take care of me. For these reasons, he is my hero. I love him dearly. Who is your hero?:)

[jschut, BSN, RN]

My Mom.

No matter what, she has always stood by my side. She has allowed me to grow and to make my own decisions, even when they were bad ones, and was always there to pick me up when I fell.

She has been my rock through hard times and my best friend. I know she'll be there whenever I need her.

I love her forever.

My Mom.

I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!! :)

[jschut, BSN, RN]

My Mom.

No matter what, she has always stood by my side. She has allowed me to grow and to make my own decisions, even when they were bad ones, and was always there to pick me up when I fell.

She has been my rock through hard times and my best friend. I know she'll be there whenever I need her.

I love her forever.

My Mom.

I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!! :)

[jnette, ASN, EMT-I]

Originally posted by jenac

My hero was an RN I worked with years ago. She was so smart and sweet-and she truly cared about each and every person she dealt with. She was always there with a smile on her face, willing to step in and help. She dealt with people fairly and was comforting and kind-and amazing in everything she did. The kind of person I have always tried to be-and the kind of nurse I hope I am.

Nest to Mother Theresa, I ditto the above.

My DON was the one who gave me the first GENUINE inclination that I COULD persue my RN, and motivated me to do so. Practically begged me to do so.

She is the most sincere, kind, gentle, honest, fair, unbiased, compassionate, softspoken, just, and GENUINE human being I have ever had the privelege and pleasure of knowing. Her integrity is beyond comparison. She ALWAYS builds up, never tears down. Her gentle and calm manner soothes the most ruffled of feathers.. be it patient or staff. She not only has all her own Nurse Mgr. workload, but steps right on the floor and helps every chance she gets, putting her own work aside until later. (often on her days off, when we are all resting and having fun).

She is my mentor, my validation of all that is GOOD in human beings, and I can only hope to be half the nurse and person that she is. :)

[jnette, ASN, EMT-I]

Originally posted by jenac

My hero was an RN I worked with years ago. She was so smart and sweet-and she truly cared about each and every person she dealt with. She was always there with a smile on her face, willing to step in and help. She dealt with people fairly and was comforting and kind-and amazing in everything she did. The kind of person I have always tried to be-and the kind of nurse I hope I am.

Nest to Mother Theresa, I ditto the above.

My DON was the one who gave me the first GENUINE inclination that I COULD persue my RN, and motivated me to do so. Practically begged me to do so.

She is the most sincere, kind, gentle, honest, fair, unbiased, compassionate, softspoken, just, and GENUINE human being I have ever had the privelege and pleasure of knowing. Her integrity is beyond comparison. She ALWAYS builds up, never tears down. Her gentle and calm manner soothes the most ruffled of feathers.. be it patient or staff. She not only has all her own Nurse Mgr. workload, but steps right on the floor and helps every chance she gets, putting her own work aside until later. (often on her days off, when we are all resting and having fun).

She is my mentor, my validation of all that is GOOD in human beings, and I can only hope to be half the nurse and person that she is. :)

[unbridled]

My Dad and his brothers and sisters. They were born extremely poor in eastern Kentucky during the 1910s and 1920s. They didn't learn to ride a bike because they couldn't afford one. A great Christmas present was a real orange.

Their parents made them go to school all the way through high school. Both Dad and his brother fought in WWII and after returning, went to college and worked to help the sisters go to college as well. Each got an education degree and masters degree and became a high school principal, the director of a vocational school, an english and biology teacher, a 2nd grade teacher, and a school librarian.

And of extra-special hero status - my 82 year-old aunt Ursula. At the age of 30 months she was stricken with polio and paralyzed from the waist down. This did not keep her from going to school. She either rode the family mule (and somebody had to put her on and take her off) or she walked (on crutches) the 2 miles round trip to school.

While getting her education degree a professor would not allow her to take his recreational activities class because she could not do some of the activities. When she graduated, the local board of education would not hire her because they said no parent would want someone like her teaching their kids.

She was hired by a school in another district and she had to walk up 3 flights of stairs to get to her classroom (the only biology class was on that floor). Restrooms and lunchroom were on the first floor. She is so loved by her former students that they still write and visit even though she's been retired for 20 years.

But she never let her disability get in her way. She bought a car with hand controls. In 1957, she drove that car on a one month trip to the west coast and back.

She finally switched from crutches to a motorized scooter and bought a conversion van with a lift. We sure couldn't keep her at home after that (not that we wanted to) and she has driven herself to many places in this country and Canada. She has never hesitated (until the last few years) to drive anywhere by herself.

And not once, have I ever heard her complain about her disability. She is the nicest, gentlest, nature-loving, funniest, sincere person I have ever met and I am so glad she's my aunt.

[Gator,SN]

I wanted to share something here about heros because it is always hard for me to pick someone in my life that I consider to be one.

I saw a show where a woman told her story, she was brutally beaten by a stranger one night and she lost her eye and had many scars. She has gone through many surgeries to repair the crushed bones in her face and had suffered horrible pain. This 16 year old was simply in the wrong the place at the wrong time.

She admitted that she had spent many years hating the man that did this to her. No one would blame her, she had every right to hate him.

What was amazing about this story is that she has chosen to forgive him. She wrote him a letter (he is in prison) and told him that she forgave him.

Of all the things that she said that day on the show, the one thing that has stuck with me is this, "I made a choice to forgive him so that I could have my power back and in that way, I became the hero in my own life"

I know several people who I believe could honestly say this about themselves. They are heros in their own life. The circumstances are different, but the lesson is the same.

So, sometimes looking for a hero may be just a matter of looking inside ourselves.

Just something to think about..........

Gator