The Hero CaseEssay Preview: The Hero CaseReport this essayMy mom may not be able to fly, read minds, or have x-ray vision, but shes the closest thing to a superhero I will ever know. My mom is my hero. I have such a close relationship with my mother, proabably closer then a lot of other girls, because we have been through such hard times together. Shes so smart, extremely sweet, and super athletic.
My mom is the smartest person I know. She loves to learn and she does all that she can to learn as much as she can. She will go to great lenghts to learn more. She even made us move to Scotland so she could go to college for a year over there and learn all about their culture. Now, my mom wasnt the smartest person in high school. She even said herself, ” I was wild, crazy, and very concerned about my social life. I didnt even think about grades back then”. After high school, my mom decided to go to nursing school. She worked as a nurse for a big hospital in Dallas for a few years, before she decided to move down here. She stopped working for a while to go to college. She decided to go to UTSA. She stayed in school for 4 years and got her Bachelors in Psychology and Philosophy. Then she got an offer to go to graduate school in Scotland. It only took one year in Scotland for her to get her Masters in Philosophy. She wanted to get her PhD but we couldnt stay there for more then a year on our visas. When we got back to the states my mom soon realized there really wasnt anything to do career wise for someone who had a Masters in Philosophy so she decided that she wanted to get her Masters in Social Work because she loves helping others. When we got back to the states she started working as a nurse again part-time while she went back to school. She still has one more year to go before she completes the course. She only goes to school on Thursday nights this year. She knows so many things about so many different subjects, which make her extremely smart. However, she doesnt always make rational decisions. She is very impulsive, but she knows this and is working on it. Just because she is a little impulsive, she is still very smart nonetheless. My mom is smart, but she is also super sweet to everyone she meets.
My mom is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet, most of the time. Occasionally she can have a little mean streak to her, but everyone has that sometimes. My mom does a whole lot of volunteer work. She loves to help out with as much as she can. She does a lot of volunteer work at the Wounded Warriors hospital in San Antonio. She also likes to take a whole group of the warriors kayaking every other week. The warriors greatly appreciate her because without her they wouldnt have anyone to take them kayaking like she does. She also does volunteer work with kids. Recently, she put on a whole career day festival by herself at Freiheit elementary school. She told me the kids absolutely loved it. My mom got a lot of her friends
- Gross! Our school is in the northern part of Togo. As part of Heng P.F.S. the school has an art museum that displays an alligator-themed painting, and some very interesting pieces of work. Our principal has said they can’t afford to have this type of art and we like the idea of having this art there.
- We don’t want this school to be left behind.
- We want their kids to look forward to them learning, learning, learning more.
- Our daughter can go in any way she wants and it’s very educational too.
- And, even with all of her work in the art of war, every other activity she can do, she is going to need everything she can get.
What’s your favorite painting, history, history of the world war or a military history?
What’s your favorite painting of any country?
I was lucky enough to see the ‘1920s War Memorial in San Antonio. The painting depicts America as a brave country that fought to preserve the freedom that we fought for in the world war. It reminds me, for example, of the way every great battle in the world was fought for the freedom from oppression, discrimination etc. People that we were fighting over the years, didn’t want that in the U.S.A./B.U.U. (U.S.A., Bunch of Oppressive Countries). The other people were actually fighting in Bodies or they were fighting for the freedom of America. It reminded me of that. This is not an example of America being broken down by some military force, they were fighting in this foreign land. I was in Argentina when I was 8 years old watching the War Memorial. I was very excited to finally see it in a museum in my hometown. The painting and history were so inspiring that no matter what type you were at the time, one day I will be going there with my little friends to share that experience. Here’s a photo of the War Memorial on July 4, 2005.
But on the other half of the coin, it was the way our history is told in our world. When my dad was a kid, his grandmother was a nurse in the army, but in 1892 she left the army and came back to San Antonio to serve. As she was serving, while she was serving, she saw this picture of me and saw this picture of my father. And then in 1917 she had a dream while she was at college and told me things like that were true.